Seeds to Sow

SAMUEL i am the ocean, crawling madly at your moon. and with one wanton whoop — Sam had gone to the Atheneum to begin on the project he had promised Jigano he would, a chronicle of the myths of the land. It was a monumental idea, one that he knew would take months of research before pen hit paper. He needed to begin by organising all the books of specific myths he could find into a space where he could go through them, make notes. He was wrapped up in a book, a fascinating history of the oral tradition of a legend from the earliest days of Caido, when a voice drew him from his study. Sam's faced soured as he saw Caiside, and his frown deepened more still as no apology for their last meeting came. "...Oh." Was all he could say at first, laying a hand over the book he was using. "And wh-what would you...want a b-book about?" Perhaps if he helped Caiside quickly, he could get rid of him quickly too and get back on with his work. — i melt into a sycophantic soup, & all that's left to do, is giggle, fawn, and swoon.