Let it Rain

"Safrin gave Amalia books...? Hm." Sam considered this, seemed a little anxious about it. He inherently distrusted anything to do with the Old Gods, especially after his experience at the Shrine. While he was sure looking at a book would not result in his skin being so horribly burnt, it was still an unnerving prospect to do anything related to the Gods. The look in Jigano's eyes, something steely and harder than Sam had come to expect, did not go unnoticed. It did two things: make him fear the other man just a little, and make him feel safe. Sam had just...assumed the item had been chosen for him. Jigano's question brought up the possibility it may not have been, and he frowned. "...I...felt a great pull towards it, so I assumed it was for me. Perhaps...other people felt it too. I do not know." His idea was a nice one, either way, but Sam really didn't think himself deserving of something like that. "I'm just a bookmaker. A paperweight is quite useful. Besides, maybe it will prove itself useful for it's heaviness in another way." Samuel He took a step but then felt tired He said, I'll rest a little while But when he tried to walk again He wasn't a child