He was taking more time to himself these days, spending more hours at the farm with Rory and learning who he wanted to become, in between tragedies and events of great import. He still didn’t go out to explore as much as he would have liked, not least because the portals still made his skin crawl and he wasn't sure how he was supposed to feel about being a Guardian that used them, but he had made a promise to come visit his friend Loren in the Palace Infirmary more often, and he was on his way to do just that…
When he passed by another bookseller in Snowcloak and paused to peruse their wares. Just for a moment. Just to skim a few titles and perhaps trade some fresh apples he'd saved from his Portal toll for a tome or two. And of course, once he’d bought the books he had to crack them open, to see what might be hidden within their pages. Last time he’d learned a children’s tale of mage glass. Who knew what it would be today? As he slipped his Spectacles into place he hoped for some more information about the mountains beyond the Fangs, but one could never tell what these old treasure troves of information would contain.
When he passed by another bookseller in Snowcloak and paused to peruse their wares. Just for a moment. Just to skim a few titles and perhaps trade some fresh apples he'd saved from his Portal toll for a tome or two. And of course, once he’d bought the books he had to crack them open, to see what might be hidden within their pages. Last time he’d learned a children’s tale of mage glass. Who knew what it would be today? As he slipped his Spectacles into place he hoped for some more information about the mountains beyond the Fangs, but one could never tell what these old treasure troves of information would contain.
