he walked by.
The Seeker stopped at a set of stairs and waited for Azra. When the Wyzard got close, the Seeker floated up to the next floor. Azra took the stairs, and then two more sets as the Seeker went higher and higher. He caught up with it again, and it set off down another aisle of books.
The Seeker stopped next to a shelf, and then nestled up against a book and began to glow blue. Azra walked forward and placed his fingers on the spine of the book. The Seeker moved back so he could pull it out, and then floated to where the book had been. It stopped spinning, and folded back up into a ring. It then slid itself into the spot where the book had been.
Azra walked a little ways to one of the many reading tables. He sat down and looked at the book. It was big, bound in dark brown leather – almost black – and written in a language Azra could read. It was an older form of the common language of the races in this part of the galaxy.
The book appeared to be a catalogue of astronomical phenomenon from the Observatory in the city. It was about three thousand yehvs old and contained a compiling of a hundred yehvs worth of observations. It didn’t look old though. Another one of the properties of the library was its ability to preserve and restore the books within its walls.
Azra flipped through the table of contents, looking for something that might be promising. The problem with the Seekers was they could only find you the book, they couldn’t read it for you.
Still, they did have a lot of the index information in them... I mean they found the book after all , Azra thought.
Azra sighed. What he really wanted was someone to bounce things off of. Internal rumination was one thing...
‘Baron?’ a voice said behind him, and he turned to see a young man, in his early twenties, standing just to the left of the table. He was dressed in long, red and black robes, unlike any from the Kingdoms that Azra knew about. The boy was tall, handsome, with black hair that was combed neatly, and solid, red, eyes. Blue triangles of scale ran down from the bottoms of his eyes like strange tear drops and stood out on the otherwise fair skin of the Wyzard.
‘Do I know you?’ Azra asked.
The boy glanced over his shoulder and then looked back at Azra. ‘I’m here with my girlfriend.’
‘Your robes are not familiar to me. Who is your teacher?’ Azra asked.
‘The robes are of the Royal House of my lands. I am a Prince... my teacher here is Meridon.’
‘Of Hallon?’
‘He hasn’t lived there in a long time, but yes,’ the boy agreed quickly. ‘He’s not involved with the war, he-’
‘I know, boy,’ Azra said patting the air with one hand, ‘I wasn’t accusing you.’
The young man smiled. Then he stepped forward and held out a hand to Azra, who took it and shook it.
‘I’m Dykyn Rahva,’ the boy said, ‘of Paltia.’
‘Prince Dykyn Rahva of Paltia... I’ve never heard of it... or you ,’ Azra assured.
‘I wouldn’t expect you to have... Paltia is a world far from here,’ Dykyn assured. ‘I didn’t mean to bother you, sir, I just wanted to... well, I heard what happened in Jarridon, and I’ve heard stories about Azra of the Burning Sands... I wanted to meet you.’
‘Well, it’s always nice to meet a promising, young, Wyzard, and-’
He stopped short as Jahnyz stepped up beside Dykyn. She had a book hugged to her chest and she nodded at her teacher.
‘Jahnyz?’ Azra asked. Then he grinned. ‘Jahnyz, you are exactly who I need right now.’
‘I am?’ the girl wondered, and she glanced at Dykyn. ‘Erm... Dykyn and I are.’
Azra’s eyebrows shot up. ‘You’re the girlfriend ?’
‘You said that with such shock?’ Jahnyz frowned.
Azra moved his mouth trying to make a response, but instead turned to look at the book. ‘I need someone to bounce things off of here... Maybe you can meet up with Dykyn later.’
‘Would you mind if I stuck around?’ Dykyn asked, smiling, drawing
The Seeker stopped at a set of stairs and waited for Azra. When the Wyzard got close, the Seeker floated up to the next floor. Azra took the stairs, and then two more sets as the Seeker went higher and higher. He caught up with it again, and it set off down another aisle of books.
The Seeker stopped next to a shelf, and then nestled up against a book and began to glow blue. Azra walked forward and placed his fingers on the spine of the book. The Seeker moved back so he could pull it out, and then floated to where the book had been. It stopped spinning, and folded back up into a ring. It then slid itself into the spot where the book had been.
Azra walked a little ways to one of the many reading tables. He sat down and looked at the book. It was big, bound in dark brown leather – almost black – and written in a language Azra could read. It was an older form of the common language of the races in this part of the galaxy.
The book appeared to be a catalogue of astronomical phenomenon from the Observatory in the city. It was about three thousand yehvs old and contained a compiling of a hundred yehvs worth of observations. It didn’t look old though. Another one of the properties of the library was its ability to preserve and restore the books within its walls.
Azra flipped through the table of contents, looking for something that might be promising. The problem with the Seekers was they could only find you the book, they couldn’t read it for you.
Still, they did have a lot of the index information in them... I mean they found the book after all , Azra thought.
Azra sighed. What he really wanted was someone to bounce things off of. Internal rumination was one thing...
‘Baron?’ a voice said behind him, and he turned to see a young man, in his early twenties, standing just to the left of the table. He was dressed in long, red and black robes, unlike any from the Kingdoms that Azra knew about. The boy was tall, handsome, with black hair that was combed neatly, and solid, red, eyes. Blue triangles of scale ran down from the bottoms of his eyes like strange tear drops and stood out on the otherwise fair skin of the Wyzard.
‘Do I know you?’ Azra asked.
The boy glanced over his shoulder and then looked back at Azra. ‘I’m here with my girlfriend.’
‘Your robes are not familiar to me. Who is your teacher?’ Azra asked.
‘The robes are of the Royal House of my lands. I am a Prince... my teacher here is Meridon.’
‘Of Hallon?’
‘He hasn’t lived there in a long time, but yes,’ the boy agreed quickly. ‘He’s not involved with the war, he-’
‘I know, boy,’ Azra said patting the air with one hand, ‘I wasn’t accusing you.’
The young man smiled. Then he stepped forward and held out a hand to Azra, who took it and shook it.
‘I’m Dykyn Rahva,’ the boy said, ‘of Paltia.’
‘Prince Dykyn Rahva of Paltia... I’ve never heard of it... or you ,’ Azra assured.
‘I wouldn’t expect you to have... Paltia is a world far from here,’ Dykyn assured. ‘I didn’t mean to bother you, sir, I just wanted to... well, I heard what happened in Jarridon, and I’ve heard stories about Azra of the Burning Sands... I wanted to meet you.’
‘Well, it’s always nice to meet a promising, young, Wyzard, and-’
He stopped short as Jahnyz stepped up beside Dykyn. She had a book hugged to her chest and she nodded at her teacher.
‘Jahnyz?’ Azra asked. Then he grinned. ‘Jahnyz, you are exactly who I need right now.’
‘I am?’ the girl wondered, and she glanced at Dykyn. ‘Erm... Dykyn and I are.’
Azra’s eyebrows shot up. ‘You’re the girlfriend ?’
‘You said that with such shock?’ Jahnyz frowned.
Azra moved his mouth trying to make a response, but instead turned to look at the book. ‘I need someone to bounce things off of here... Maybe you can meet up with Dykyn later.’
‘Would you mind if I stuck around?’ Dykyn asked, smiling, drawing
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