OLIVER
The two of them both seemed to have noodle arms, but unlike Samuel it seemed, Oliver was filled with way too much confidence and really wanted to prove himself as useful. So farm work it was! "Well, I'll certainly try! No harm in that, right?" Who knows, maybe he'd make some farmer friends and get a good hookup on some good food! Or he'd learn about some of the traditions! The possibilities were endless and Oliver would just try his best to be hopelessly positive to ignore the oncoming threat of LongNight.
Samuel spoke about the book and Oliver nodded along, showing that this really was fascinating. "Yes! I really love those kinds of things! It's so cool to hear how different people tell different stories about the same thing." It was fantastic to find someone else with a shared passion for such a weird niche. Oliver wasn't entirely a fan of researching rocks, so it turned out, unless it led to some artistic creations. What he had fallen in love with were the stories and tales. The fables and rhymes taught to children from such a young age. It was a passion, mostly because he had so few memories of his own to grasp onto. His parents remained unseen, only knowing of their existence vaguely. It wasn't fun, but why dwell on that? Why not learn? And learn was what he planned to do.
As Samuel told the story, Oliver listened intently, clearly happy and maybe even excited to hear what the story was. It was rather short, but it was still a lovely tale and gave a small window into the perspective of a Natural. While that perspective was something he'd never truly experience, it was still something he knew that he should acknowledge. "Most children tales tend to do that, don't they? They either teach us about the world we live in or they help us to learn an important lesson. It's... amusing." Oliver laughed and thought back to one of the few stories he could remember. It was a fond memory and something he was happy to be able to recall. "Do you know what game Ludo played? In the story?"
Samuel spoke about the book and Oliver nodded along, showing that this really was fascinating. "Yes! I really love those kinds of things! It's so cool to hear how different people tell different stories about the same thing." It was fantastic to find someone else with a shared passion for such a weird niche. Oliver wasn't entirely a fan of researching rocks, so it turned out, unless it led to some artistic creations. What he had fallen in love with were the stories and tales. The fables and rhymes taught to children from such a young age. It was a passion, mostly because he had so few memories of his own to grasp onto. His parents remained unseen, only knowing of their existence vaguely. It wasn't fun, but why dwell on that? Why not learn? And learn was what he planned to do.
As Samuel told the story, Oliver listened intently, clearly happy and maybe even excited to hear what the story was. It was rather short, but it was still a lovely tale and gave a small window into the perspective of a Natural. While that perspective was something he'd never truly experience, it was still something he knew that he should acknowledge. "Most children tales tend to do that, don't they? They either teach us about the world we live in or they help us to learn an important lesson. It's... amusing." Oliver laughed and thought back to one of the few stories he could remember. It was a fond memory and something he was happy to be able to recall. "Do you know what game Ludo played? In the story?"
I JUST WANT MY EXISTENCE
TO BE MORE THAN TREMBLING
TO BE MORE THAN TREMBLING
