tombolo (tombolo) wrote in theunboundic, @ 2020-07-29 12:26:00 |
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Entry tags: | ! time: july 3 - 9, courtenay auster, treasa lawless |
They tell me I'm too young to understand
Who: Tess & Court
What: Language practice, books, and flirting
When: Wednesday morning, July 7th, before the fire
Where: Heron's bookstore
The little brass bell above the door jingled as Courtenay stepped through. He'd heard about Heron's, people spoke highly of it. A little smile came to his face as he surveyed the cramped environs. This is what a real bookshop should look like. The shops in the Spire District back home, with their well organized stacks and pristine appearance always seemed to sterile to him. This place, and places like it, with their wild atmosphere and near lack of organization always seemed like a book's natural environment.
For a few minutes, he just wandered the stacks, simply getting an idea for what they had. The selection was decent for somewhere so far from a major city. More paperbacks than hardbacks, but that was to be expected, wasn't it? A couple of first editions caught his eye and he momentarily thought about grabbing them, but he was here with a specific mission in mind, not just to randomly peruse and clutter his room at the manor more than it already was.
Making his way to the bookshop's service desk, he momentarily froze upon seeing the woman behind it. My, my. Isn't she pretty? I'm going to have to start coming by here more often. Continuing in his path he stepped up to the counter. A quick calculus occurred during those seconds. It was likely she's a local Aurellian and not a Clove. Perfect opportunity to try out some of the language that previously he'd only been able to really practice with another Aurellian beauty. Raymonde followed at his heels, the orange hound sniffing at the books lazily but perking up when he saw the other person as well.
"Pardon me, miss. But I'm look... no, to look?... looking!... for some books on Aurelle, it's people and religion in... in..." the heavily accented Aurellian cut off as he searched for the right word. Under his breath in Clovennian, Court whispered to himself, "Blast it all, how do you say 'particular'? Orchid? No, that's not right. Fairies take those damn diphthongs." He gave her a wry smile, "Sorry, I'm still learning."