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The tall one was a pleasant sort by his soft spoken tone and smile. Not one to speak, but he was well mannered with a welcoming demeanour. Harun was happy to be in such good company, and he was excited to depart for the surprise the day had brought him. Following along the path the guardsmen...

“Most happy to, Nisreen. And a delightful offer to chance upon.” Harun mirthfully replied, still smiling warmly at the unexpected boon upon his day. Coffee had provided a good start to it, and Nisreen's preformative energy had already brightened it further. That he now had a means to spend it...

Harun had returned from his travels only a couple of days ago. After such a long time away, the comfort of his home was long awaited, and the city's beauty renewed before his eyes. How he missed Maraan, and the plentiful goods and wisdom that continually flowed through its busy traders and...

“Ah, likewise. I am retired and travelling, seeing sights I'd only read about before.” Harun replied. The freedom had been nice, and only in these later years could he afford to take the time to see sights beyond Maraan. He was grateful that he had. As much as he enjoyed reading about them, it...

“She does create imagery so fascinating, that it could inspire a story to go with it.” Harun remarked with a continued smile, taking another look at the artwork on the cover of the book in his hand. There was plenty to intrigue, the artwork was soft but the character was vivid. Her expression...

“Oh, those look well suited to the young readers.” He remarked, enthralled at the cover art of the sizable books that Liberty pulled from her large book bag that clearly contained many more. A new book was a wonderful thing, and Harun was happy to savour the two Liberty had for his...

“Ah, those stories.” Harun remarked jovially. He hadn’t ready any in decades, but such tales had been told for ages, and there was no chance that demand for the genre would ever die out. Having been so long, it was entirely unlikely that he’d read something Liberty had wrote. Still, Harun knew...

Once the book had been placed within his hands, he promptly opened it. He began to read the text written within the pages, his eyes quietly scanning over the paper as The White Swallow and Liberty discussed her source of inspiration for the story. Harun took brief occasional pause while reading...

Liberty remarked about submitting works to the library, a matter soon addressed by The White Swallow. Harun would leave him to it, though he knew her notion was far from out of place. Perhaps, he hoped, her literature might find a home within these halls as well. “Oh, not at all. I'm a scribe...

“Thank you very kindly, Ms. Hope” Harun replied, with a polite smile of his own that grew wider at her response to his question. Liberty’s words confirmed that she too was a writer, and her tone confirmed a shared love of literature that was always a delight for the old retired scribe to see...

Liberty sat next to them, introducing herself to their feline companion next. Her guess was half-correct, He was writing poetry himself; The White Swallow was not, but explained that in response which Harun would add to. “I am – though from memory of poems I wrote long ago. And sitting in a...

“I do, and you speak strong truth. I remind myself that I miss her because I knew and cherished her so; a blessing that I could. We have but the time we are given.” Harun remarked in solemn reflection, looking once more over the poem he’d written in honour of her. Another took his notice soon...

Though he received no opinion, his inquiry had been answered. Perhaps not through words, but through the look returned. The White Swallow, while remaining silent, appeared much more confident than the fretful Harun. Of reading and writing alone, He knew plenty; but of sharing his own writing to...

He waited a moment as The White Swallow read the poem. Perhaps he did relate, or perhaps he did not; Harun never got the requested thoughts from his companion. Either way, his attention remained on the work and he did not seem off put by it. Still, Harun was hopeful that he could write one...

“Ah true; who can truly understand the chaos drives the feline mind.” He remarked back with a subtle laugh. A creature so given to whim; such as lazy napping as displayed by the cat still on the book before them. At the given gesture, his attention turned next to the assistant he referred to...