#auroryxborealis

Her index finger smoothed over the blackbird's velvet head, the elf making a popping sound through her teeth.

" Waste of a lovely flower... Try not to die again. I don't think your owner can afford me. "

@auroryxborealis

He’s--- not actually that much into books, to be honest. Actually, reading as a whole concept is a bit of a sore spot for the young wolf. Perhaps is the whole, “didn’t actually learn how to properly read and write until his late teens” that makes him feel inadequate. Or maybe the fact that it’s a whole world that could be pretty interesting to browse through and all---if only he could bring himself to do it. 

Well, luckily he’s in a full blown self-improvement phase of his life and he’s seen this video on the internet saying that the first step is to simply--- put himself out there, out of his comfort zone. So he’s put himself in a book store. And old, cramped and smelly one where he has to go sideways to pass through the corridors. True, he did pick up one or two books, looked at the front and back cover, opened them at a random page... and then put it back and searched some more for that instinct McGuffin of a book that he’ll finally work up the courage to read. 

In his search he’d come face to face with a stranger coming from the opposite direction, a young woman trying to pass by. It was going to be a little awkward going past eachother, since the space was so narrow. It also didn’t help that In this crammed space he can mostly only see the top of her head, a mass of brown waves which seemed to move on their own with each move. “Oh, s-sorry--- umm, lemme just--- i’ll just move to the-... ugh...” shit, there’s no way they’re not rubbing one unto the other, is it? With an awkward groan Achim rose his arms, trying to squeeze by the best he could, but in doing so he knocked off several dusty books that sat poorly stacked unto eachother above their heads. And needless to say that when they fell, they fell exactly unto their heads.