liars and lovers combine tonight, we're gonna make a scene
"Oh, I suppose it was a system to keep track of inventory more than to prevent theft. If two people want the same book and it has already been checked out, you would know right away," Neron reasons with a casual shrug of his shoulder. Any more talk about it and he is at risk of really sounding like Loren, though, so the Hailstorm wisely decides to drop that thread of conversation.
Flashing a fanged grin at Maea at the notions of peaceful and calm, it is evident that he only partially agrees with that. "It's what you make it," he says. "I imagine it can get quite dramatic and interesting, witht he right people involved."
Taking note of the landmarks, the marketplace, the Barracks, Neron continues to build his mental map of the Grounds as the Atheneum draws near, and he slips in through the door with a murmur of thanks which echoes along the arched ceiling. Steel blue eyes widen a fraction, his steps slowing so he might take in the building properly.
"You would never have expected this in a place like the Grounds, would you?" he says softly, feeling suddenly quite at home.
Flashing a fanged grin at Maea at the notions of peaceful and calm, it is evident that he only partially agrees with that. "It's what you make it," he says. "I imagine it can get quite dramatic and interesting, witht he right people involved."
Taking note of the landmarks, the marketplace, the Barracks, Neron continues to build his mental map of the Grounds as the Atheneum draws near, and he slips in through the door with a murmur of thanks which echoes along the arched ceiling. Steel blue eyes widen a fraction, his steps slowing so he might take in the building properly.
"You would never have expected this in a place like the Grounds, would you?" he says softly, feeling suddenly quite at home.
Neron
