#owaindusk

Having found an assortment of tomes in one place called a ‘library’ thanks to another’s assistance, Laurent had to express surprise: this realm certainly was lucky, to have so many precious books intact and readable where in his time, many manuscripts had been lost to the ravages of war - the thought of that brought his cheery mood down a bit. Their world was at peace, so he knew he shouldn’t worry over it now, but still: the reminders of the future they’d all fought to change together weighed heavy.

Shaking it off with a firm physical shake, though. Best to focus on helping others in the here and now, and not those sad memories. Though it was true not all of them were sad: he’d choose to focus on the more cheer-inducing ones, himself. Speaking of memories, unless his ears were playing tricks on him: he could hear some dramatic tones outside the library which could only belong to one person.

It had to be that person: nobody else he knew spoke as...curiously as that. Leaving the piles of tomes he’d neatly stacked on the table next to him be for now, he gave a rather bemused smile as he headed outside the library.

“Dear dear...what are you proclaiming this time, Owain? I can hear you all the way inside, you know - but you know, that’s not a bad thing. Me noticing your voice meant I could greet you here and reunite again, hm?”