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Spending Time at Home + Finding Books! [open]
[A: Library]
Robin wanted to look at the library ever since she arrived, but things proved busy that first week in Aqures Ixen. This Monday morning, though, the tactician finally got over there. The library was a wonder to behold and she realized the great advantage of the place after she arrived: she had never laid eyes on any of these books before. This pleased her to no end. She had, literally, a world of new books to read!
She knew better than to talk to people while she was in the stacks, finding books to read; she picked out a couple of military histories, a general history, a biography of the queen, and a book about the Empire. She also had a book on magic, just to see how it had changed, and finally a novel. The result was a stack of six books that she left the library with that day. If knowledge was power and books were how someone consumed knowledge, she was about to feast on power.
Unfortunately, it didn't work that way.
Before she went home, though, she decided to plot down on a bench; she put her stack of books down next to her, then leaned back, and let out a long sigh. Carrying books was hard and Marc had taken off, to take care of his own business. She could rest for a moment. It was a nice enough day. And, most importantly, she had her books!
House B-12
Living in a house was a fairly new experience for Robin; most of the time that she remembered in Ylisse had been spent on campaign. There were the occasional stopovers at the Shepherds' headquarters, but the lion's share of her nights were spent inside camps. Having a house, with four walls and her own room, was new. Sharing it with her son from the future, in addition to Kenshin and Greg, was also especially new. This afternoon, she decided to spend time in the common area. She had a book -- the novel from the library -- in hand, but it was closed and her bookmark tucked away.
At the moment, Robin was content to sit back on a chair and look out the window, admiring the weather and pleasant day. She smiled, clutching her book, and sipped from the glass of iced tea that she prepared.
She hadn't really been able to enjoy the house much, yet, and she wouldn't have time -- the next couple of days would have her in Esdham, taking the necessary exams and doing the paperwork to finish her enlistment in the military.
Robin wanted to look at the library ever since she arrived, but things proved busy that first week in Aqures Ixen. This Monday morning, though, the tactician finally got over there. The library was a wonder to behold and she realized the great advantage of the place after she arrived: she had never laid eyes on any of these books before. This pleased her to no end. She had, literally, a world of new books to read!
She knew better than to talk to people while she was in the stacks, finding books to read; she picked out a couple of military histories, a general history, a biography of the queen, and a book about the Empire. She also had a book on magic, just to see how it had changed, and finally a novel. The result was a stack of six books that she left the library with that day. If knowledge was power and books were how someone consumed knowledge, she was about to feast on power.
Unfortunately, it didn't work that way.
Before she went home, though, she decided to plot down on a bench; she put her stack of books down next to her, then leaned back, and let out a long sigh. Carrying books was hard and Marc had taken off, to take care of his own business. She could rest for a moment. It was a nice enough day. And, most importantly, she had her books!
House B-12
Living in a house was a fairly new experience for Robin; most of the time that she remembered in Ylisse had been spent on campaign. There were the occasional stopovers at the Shepherds' headquarters, but the lion's share of her nights were spent inside camps. Having a house, with four walls and her own room, was new. Sharing it with her son from the future, in addition to Kenshin and Greg, was also especially new. This afternoon, she decided to spend time in the common area. She had a book -- the novel from the library -- in hand, but it was closed and her bookmark tucked away.
At the moment, Robin was content to sit back on a chair and look out the window, admiring the weather and pleasant day. She smiled, clutching her book, and sipped from the glass of iced tea that she prepared.
She hadn't really been able to enjoy the house much, yet, and she wouldn't have time -- the next couple of days would have her in Esdham, taking the necessary exams and doing the paperwork to finish her enlistment in the military.
House B - 12
Greg spent a lot of his days finding the in's and out's of the house. Kite didn't like it when he left unless he was with someone and the young boy was naturally curious. His frog was hoping nearby and if that didn't give his presence away then the small hand on her book just might.
He was looking at the book as if it held the secrets of the universe and only one could possibly read it.
"Good Morning!" Greg beamed up at Robin though his interest was still in that book.
He knew how to read though he was still slow and awkward. Kite often read things to him but only if he asked first.
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"Did you want to look at the book?" she asked.
She was grateful that she had a novel down here, rather than the military treatise; that may have gone poorly.
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"I'm going to tell you a story Noodle."
Greg took the book from her lap and sat on the floor next to Robin flipping to some random page and reading some of the text. "The night was blanketed with stars..." He would pause when he reached a hard word looking up at Robin to help.
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"O-Oh, um," she said, quickly peering down towards the book as she realized what she needed to do.
"Chamberlain," she said, while she squinted at the word; she figured out what she was doing quickly enough now to enunciate the word for Greg's benefit. "It's a position taken by someone who takes care of a castle for a king or a duke or other nobleman."
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He read all of a page before setting the book down and climbing on the couch next to Robin. "What would you name a frog?"
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But she hadn't thought of frogs as pets before, either.
"Well..." She started, her words trailing off. "I suppose something like Sticky. Because a frog's feet are sticky. Right?"
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"Like Pineapple, Snicker-doodle, Acorn, Fred, Noodle, James, Kitty, Jake, Peach, Cow, Banana, Blue, Jumpy, Pose, Green, Dr. String, George Washington, Heart, King, Prince, Dr. Cucumber but the really really worst name is Piggy."
He looked back down at his frog with a smile. "What do you think frog?"
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"If the worst name is Piggy, is the best Froggy?"
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"I'll figure it out eventually." He spoke with a smile looking up at Robin. "Do you want to go out?! Kite said I can't unless I have someone with me." As curious as Greg was he was pretty good at listening to some instruction.
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"I don't know." He'd figure it out when they got there.
Greg slid from the couch and the picked up his frog. "Let's go." It didn't take him long to be at the door turning the knob to head outside. He wanted to run around and see things. He still had to get home but there was no reason he couldn't have fun along the way.
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"Is Kite your older brother or someone?" she asked, as she did. She remembered mention of him (her?) earlier.
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Greg paused looking up at Robin, his gaze was curious and innocent as if searching tirelessly for something out of his grasp. "Have you seen Wirt? I need to find my brother."
Outside can wait, if she knew where Wirt was then they should go there first.
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Robin hesitated. Did a boy of his age understand their situation? She wasn't so sure; it was complicated enough for adults. But there were commonalities that they could relate to, either way. She looked to the side, her expression becoming a little more drawn.
"There's people I need to see, too," she said. She hesitated, then added: "But they told me it might be awhile."
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Greg just pouted and continued outside. Once on the front step he set his frog down giving him instructions to follow him. They seemed to have worked because the frog hopped after him.
"Come on! Let's go explore."
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Curious and curiouser...
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"Let's go find something to eat first." Because he decided that his frog was hungry.
Since they were going further away Greg lifted his frog and put him in his pants with his head sticking out so he wouldn't get lost.
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She was moving in the direction of a couple of cafes that she had seen.
"What do you think of your new home, Greg?" she asked, glancing down at the boy after satisfying herself that they moved in the right direction.
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"This isn't my home." He would find his way home and find Wirt along the way. He wasn't going to consider this his home. It would be a place that he would sleep and stay but not home. Home was with your family.
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"Sorry. What do you think about this place?"
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"Kite made my bed for me and my moms not here to make me eat vegetables."
Greg wrinkled his nose at that before his mouth curled into an excited smile. They were walking through the more crowded parts of town now and there was something at almost every store that grabbed and pulled at Greg's attention.
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"There's a lot of shops here, huh?" she asked with a smile, as she followed his line of sight to the stores. "It's incredible!"
She grinned excitedly, her eyes widening with glee; for a moment, the fact that she was here with a nine year-old, who probably wouldn't understand what a tactician was or did, was missed. "And look! That one sells books! And maps, too!"
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Greg looked up at Robin curiously. Him and Wirt hadn't been able to find a map in the forest. Maybe this could help him find Wirt? He looked hopeful of course Greg didn't know how to read a map much less use one.
His frog jumped from Greg's pants feeling more comfortable at his side for the time being.
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She walked through the door to the shop, but held it open for Greg to come through. The store had books on the shelves, but also a rack with folded maps up that one could look at.
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He looked like he was thinking for a long moment before looking up at Robin. "I don't know where I am." He meant on the map though it worked as a general statement as well.
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