Samuel
An open field that's framed with trees
We pick a spot and shoot the breeze
"Yes. I've...only seen it from a distance, but it looks like a floating black pile of old sheets." Sam shivered, tensing his shoulders and pulling a face. When his imagination delved into horrors about the Old Gods, Ludo usually featured prominently.
It was nice to see Cam so impressed by his work, but Sam was a little confused: to him, this was the norm. Any bookseller had to make a decent amount of his own stock, it was the trade. It wasn't until the 'printing press' was explained that it began to dawn on him. "Oh...that...sounds like it might be useful, but.." He waved a hand around for a moment, trying to find the right words for his objection. "A part of each book is the personality of the scribe that wrote it. These...prints...are all the same?"
Kneeling down, he fetched a book from behind the counter. "I mean, for instance, this is a version of a very old myth here - but this was written a decade or so ago." Sam opened the book to a page roughly in the middle, his thumb stroking over the edges to find it with an obvious familiarity. "You can see here-" He pointed to a margin filled with scribbles. "-The scribe has added their own thoughts and opinions, as well as a prediction - that in the next hundred years, the barrier around the Grounds would fall. They were right. Isn't that just...wonderful? I feel like it adds so much."
It was nice to see Cam so impressed by his work, but Sam was a little confused: to him, this was the norm. Any bookseller had to make a decent amount of his own stock, it was the trade. It wasn't until the 'printing press' was explained that it began to dawn on him. "Oh...that...sounds like it might be useful, but.." He waved a hand around for a moment, trying to find the right words for his objection. "A part of each book is the personality of the scribe that wrote it. These...prints...are all the same?"
Kneeling down, he fetched a book from behind the counter. "I mean, for instance, this is a version of a very old myth here - but this was written a decade or so ago." Sam opened the book to a page roughly in the middle, his thumb stroking over the edges to find it with an obvious familiarity. "You can see here-" He pointed to a margin filled with scribbles. "-The scribe has added their own thoughts and opinions, as well as a prediction - that in the next hundred years, the barrier around the Grounds would fall. They were right. Isn't that just...wonderful? I feel like it adds so much."
All we see is sky for forever
We let the world pass by for forever
