Aug 27, 2009 21:15
It was a pleasant evening for drinking. Especially since Aramis found the main library. And after spending some time enjoying the immense rows of books, he had selected some books of poetry to peruse. A number of them looked to be well after Aramis time. French poets of course though.
He was relaxing at a table, his sword removed, and on the table before him as he sipped his wine. His finds were stacked nearby. A simple meal of warm bread and cheese with grapes lay half-eaten before him as he idly flipped the pages of one book. Rimbaud by the look of the cover.
aramis,
saffron