m a r c u s
For Marcus, the stacks were books. As many of them as he could fit on the great oak table before him and many, many more. Each chair pulled up to the table had books - each chair holding a different subject while different parts of the table held different regions.
He spent most of the morning gathering the books, and now he was spending the afternoon with his nose pressed firmly inside them, reading all of what he could. He was slow, still, in reading. Having jumped from infancy to adolescence would do that to a person. But Cordelia was attentive and intentional when it came to her children’s education, so he was learning quickly.
He was working through a detailed account of the creatures in the Draig.
He spent most of the morning gathering the books, and now he was spending the afternoon with his nose pressed firmly inside them, reading all of what he could. He was slow, still, in reading. Having jumped from infancy to adolescence would do that to a person. But Cordelia was attentive and intentional when it came to her children’s education, so he was learning quickly.
He was working through a detailed account of the creatures in the Draig.
