give a boy a mission....
Jon found himself in the library once more today, skimming the titles of the books in hopes he'd find something that would give him a clue to the workings of Ariel's box of music. Unfortunately, there was nothing conveniently titled "How to Make Boxes Make Music", and he'd ended up looking through an atlas of places he'd never seen before for nearly an hour before he realized he'd gotten distracted.
Hells, he thought. If Sam were here he'd know what to do. He'd be able to make it work. But luckily for Sam, he was back on the Wall where he belonged, and Jon was here by himself. He sat down on the table in front of the box, pushing his hands into his hair and resting his elbows on his knees, frustrated.
[for dex to clue the poor kid in, or anyone else who'd like to join the 'wtf is this?' party.]
Hells, he thought. If Sam were here he'd know what to do. He'd be able to make it work. But luckily for Sam, he was back on the Wall where he belonged, and Jon was here by himself. He sat down on the table in front of the box, pushing his hands into his hair and resting his elbows on his knees, frustrated.
[for dex to clue the poor kid in, or anyone else who'd like to join the 'wtf is this?' party.]