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I got your owl, Shay, but I couldn’t write back just then. Mum thinks I’ve been using Iris far too much this summer. It sounds like you had a much more interesting weekend than I did. I never knew a dragon tamer could be so, ummm, well versed. I still don’t understand how you swam in a pool on a table or accomplished anything else on such a table. I mean, it does sound rather seem that a moving surface like that would, well, make things a bit difficult, actually.
My weekend was filled with books and dust. More dust than I care for to be honest. I’ve been working a fare amount of time in the library this week with Mum. It seems she didn’t quite like the old layout of the place and so we have rearranged every section, ever shelf, and even a few of the letters. Each move covering me in yet more dust - dust in my hair, dust under my nails, dust in my eyes. All is books and dust.
I don’t mind dust so much when it’s all quite in the library and I can lift some old volume of practically lost spells off the shelf and curl up with it for hours. And sometimes the pages have the sent of time upon them, and I wonder who might have been the last to read it. The dust makes the book that mush more special, in a way, I think. However the particles from which I’m currently under siege form not such a dust. Besides that, it makes me sneeze.
My weekend was filled with books and dust. More dust than I care for to be honest. I’ve been working a fare amount of time in the library this week with Mum. It seems she didn’t quite like the old layout of the place and so we have rearranged every section, ever shelf, and even a few of the letters. Each move covering me in yet more dust - dust in my hair, dust under my nails, dust in my eyes. All is books and dust.
I don’t mind dust so much when it’s all quite in the library and I can lift some old volume of practically lost spells off the shelf and curl up with it for hours. And sometimes the pages have the sent of time upon them, and I wonder who might have been the last to read it. The dust makes the book that mush more special, in a way, I think. However the particles from which I’m currently under siege form not such a dust. Besides that, it makes me sneeze.