Wesley raised his eyebrows as Giles told him how he had obtained the scroll, wondering exactly what illegally entailed. He wanted to ask if the Council knew about that since it didn't seem they had many problems with less that...moral ways of doing things, but he didn't get a chance as Giles left the room, saying he would fetch the scroll.
Suddenly, he felt a bit nervous. A L'Teki scroll. He was quite possibly about to see a L'Teki scroll, something all of the linguists in the Council would love to have the chance at. He found himself rubbing his palm against the fabric of his trousers nervously.
When Giles returned, he took the gloves from him, examining them for a moment. "We use gloves, but I don't believe they're anything like this," he said as he put them on. They felt like nothing he had ever worn before either then looked over at the other man again, taking a deep a breath.
Reaching over, he carefully picked up the scroll, trying to keep his hands from shaking from anxiety. He cursed himself softly as he unrolled it, his eyes scanning over the writing. It was a beautiful.
"The...it indeed appears to be L'Teki. I recognize the word construction and verb conjugation." He sucked in a breath, realizing the magnitude of this moment. He was holding in his hands a scroll thought to have been destroyed long ago. And Giles had willingly let him hold it without continually badgering him to be careful. He trusted him, he realized. This man actually trusted him.
Reading over the words, Wesley frowned as he tried to make sense of what had been written. He then smiled and looked over at Giles. "It's a love sonnet," he said with a soft chuckle. "The L'Teki were apparently quite the romantics."
Suddenly, he felt a bit nervous. A L'Teki scroll. He was quite possibly about to see a L'Teki scroll, something all of the linguists in the Council would love to have the chance at. He found himself rubbing his palm against the fabric of his trousers nervously.
When Giles returned, he took the gloves from him, examining them for a moment. "We use gloves, but I don't believe they're anything like this," he said as he put them on. They felt like nothing he had ever worn before either then looked over at the other man again, taking a deep a breath.
Reaching over, he carefully picked up the scroll, trying to keep his hands from shaking from anxiety. He cursed himself softly as he unrolled it, his eyes scanning over the writing. It was a beautiful.
"The...it indeed appears to be L'Teki. I recognize the word construction and verb conjugation." He sucked in a breath, realizing the magnitude of this moment. He was holding in his hands a scroll thought to have been destroyed long ago. And Giles had willingly let him hold it without continually badgering him to be careful. He trusted him, he realized. This man actually trusted him.
Reading over the words, Wesley frowned as he tried to make sense of what had been written. He then smiled and looked over at Giles. "It's a love sonnet," he said with a soft chuckle. "The L'Teki were apparently quite the romantics."
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