sam evans ( werewolf ) . (tamest) wrote in light_of_may, |
Sam spent a lot of his time reading in his room after he'd been told he could borrow any book that didn't have a marker of any sort in it or wasn't very clearly a school text of one kind or another. He was very careful about what he picked up and wandered off with and even if he couldn't find signs of any book being one or the other he still checked inside the cover to find names or messages, the likes of which he had seen many times over the course of his life. Not in any book he owned of course, at least not addressed to him, he'd never had any possessions outside of the clothes on his back that had been his and anything he'd read in the pack house in Montana had been discarded by someone else. Some of them had belonged to people he'd never heard of, containing messages that made no sense to him, in-jokes and personal passages that probably meant the world to whoever they'd been given to and on more than one occasion Sam had found himself wondering where the owners of those personalised books were now. In the end he had always given up on wondering because it was better not to know.
The book he held now, propped against his legs which were bent up a little in front of him where he sat in the window of the room he'd been allowed to use during his stay, was a fantasy novel that seemed to be part of a series. This was the second book but that didn't bother him so much, he'd been able to figure out enough about the ongoing story and the characters to continue reading without struggling to keep up. It was only when he heard the rush of footsteps headed towards the door to the room that he looked up from the pages, only a matter of seconds before someone appeared in the doorway.
He had seen her in passing, had picked up her name from others addressing her but this would be the first time they had spoken. Sam didn't particularly understand why Farren was calling him newbie, of all things, but most things went over his head so he didn't ask what it meant. Instead he sat there quietly thinking over what she had said to him before he realised she was a Summers, this was her pack and he was essentially and outsider and if she was asking him to do something -- no matter how little he understood it -- then he needed to do it. "Okay," he said, setting the now-closed book down on the ledge in front of the window where he had been seated and slipping from his perch. It was only as he was making his way towards the door to follow her lead that he paused, overcome by a confusion too great to cast aside. "Zombie apocalypse?" Hopefully she was kidding, or it was yet another reference to something perfectly harmless that he just hadn't understood.