She liked him - he was a good egg. Full of jokes, even when he was trying to be supportive, the cobbler's good humor making light of a grim situation. Fixing him with a small grin, she tried her attempt at the jokes as well. "I'm going to be an incredible general, then." She flexed an arm only a bit larger around than her stick before breaking into a giggle. That would be a shit show.
Laughter made it easier to relax, the witch starting to unwind, perhaps truly starting to believe herself when she said that Are wasn't a threat. At his query she looked up and around, scanning the shelves before giving a short nod. Books felt like home. Books reminded her of a fuzzy and distant cage that she only scarcely could make out from a childhood that she recalled as well as one might a dream the night before. The more she focused on it, the less she recalled and it came to her most clearly when she didn't try at all. "After a fashion - the words make sense but I doubt I've seen any of these before. It's huge - it's an entire new world of information, isn't it? Have you been up to the top?" Her cadence became somewhat more lively as she spoke, a hint of wonder entering her voice. "Makes you wonder, doesn't it? Wonder what's in here just waiting to be found?"
Breathing a sigh, the witch turned her face back up to the enormous cobbler, responding to his optimism with an approving hum, though she still did not want to live in this half-cracked building. While one might have thought she would have had enough excitement with her arrival, she no longer recalled the events leading up to it so clearly and so had no lessons to learn from it. "I'm sure I'll figure something out, there isn't much choice, is there? How long have you been here?" Contently secure for the moment, she remembered her legs, achingly uncomfortable but still working for the time being. "You could hold that thought a moment - do you know a place to sit?"
Laughter made it easier to relax, the witch starting to unwind, perhaps truly starting to believe herself when she said that Are wasn't a threat. At his query she looked up and around, scanning the shelves before giving a short nod. Books felt like home. Books reminded her of a fuzzy and distant cage that she only scarcely could make out from a childhood that she recalled as well as one might a dream the night before. The more she focused on it, the less she recalled and it came to her most clearly when she didn't try at all. "After a fashion - the words make sense but I doubt I've seen any of these before. It's huge - it's an entire new world of information, isn't it? Have you been up to the top?" Her cadence became somewhat more lively as she spoke, a hint of wonder entering her voice. "Makes you wonder, doesn't it? Wonder what's in here just waiting to be found?"
Breathing a sigh, the witch turned her face back up to the enormous cobbler, responding to his optimism with an approving hum, though she still did not want to live in this half-cracked building. While one might have thought she would have had enough excitement with her arrival, she no longer recalled the events leading up to it so clearly and so had no lessons to learn from it. "I'm sure I'll figure something out, there isn't much choice, is there? How long have you been here?" Contently secure for the moment, she remembered her legs, achingly uncomfortable but still working for the time being. "You could hold that thought a moment - do you know a place to sit?"
