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Niklas Kalliope Wright (knowingmore) wrote in lost_world,

The librarian didn't answer the give-take question. She couldn't. There was much she could give, and just as much she wouldn't or couldn't. Her fingers absently played with the bracelet, but not to catch his eye, it was just something there to keep her fingers busy.

"Yes, I know you arrived late on purpose, but you were using timing as an excuse for not telling me about your new found freedom. I was making a point that it was your timing. You could have arrived earlier, or you could have found me as we were 'scurrying'. You could have done a good many things, but you did not." Her hands finally came together, clasping on tabletop.

"The Dreamlands told you?" She wasn't sure why she was shocked. Simon was in his element there, more so than anywhere else, bound or unbound. She felt at home there too, but she felt betrayed somehow. As if the trees and grass had shared something that should not have been shared. Something that was hers.

"Stop." The word was soft; the tone was anything but. "Stop calling him 'puppy' or 'dog.' I don't understand why you say that other than an insult, and I wish you would stop. You know well that there aren't many present I would play with as you call it. How do you know it is playing anyway?" She wondered at his words sometimes. What did he know she didn't when it came to this.