#enit

'Visit Rhodes - the Island of Roses'

Rhodes travel poster issued by ENIT, the Italian State Tourism Board (1935). Artwork by Egon Huber Rodi.

Art trade with @cauldronmixing ~💕💕💕

Both of us believe Fizzy-Pop would make an awesome Mum for very close to the same reasons and so, with our shared thoughts came this cute idea/story/trade

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Fizzarolli is due anytime now with his and Ozzie's second baby but THIS won't stop him from letting his little son miss out on his first Halloween!

Even if the constant starts or unknown nature of the night causes him to bolt with the safety of his unborn child in mind!

300w, complete, general audiences. Old Yuletide treat for reeby10! (AO3)

The head librarian is custodian of the fixed words, of the impermanent words, of the absent words.

It is time. The great helix of the geochronograph must have raised its dark flag; the Timekeeper may come to the Library’s hall to announce its advent, but Enit, Head Librarian, will already be gone, as this moment is etched in his spirit as deeply as in any stone.

In this time of darkness, Enit leaves the Library to old man Nallab. He leaves his own long-standing friendship with the man at the Library’s doors as well, all its small joys, their inside jokes and complexities, his filtering of the Library’s old saurian thoughts into patterns a man could understand and the way Nallab in turn filtered Enit’s labyrinthine ruminations into the Library’s practical policies. It is a good partnership. Nallab will take good care of the living, material aspect of that place, as Enit once again delves into the other side.

Across the Old Bridge, past the greenhouses, the bustling streets and canals of Waterfall City take no heed of a lone Deinonychus wearing the raiments of a pilgrim. He was never the face of the Library. Today, he is nothing. The day is still young as he reaches the stone steps of the Pyramid of the Moon. Its gate is open. Enit leaves the sun behind. It is time.

Dinosaurs such as he, it is said, think better on their feet. The Labyrinth of the Moon, then, by its very nature invites meditation, suggesting slowness through its twists and vast dark chambers, edging ever closer to stillness. Enit breathes deep, seeks emptiness. This place is a collection of absence and he is a scholar here.