ORIENTATION ♔ i don't remember one jump or one leap

[untethered]

♬ Reasons Why - Nickel Creek

WHO || Belle, Reynard, open if people want to bang into them, just threadjack wherever.
WHAT || Belle meets with her new squire
WHERE || Knight's HQ, Main Library
WHEN || Thursday afternoon, March 7th
HOW || Actionspam

[ Reynard woke to an eloquently written invitation slipped under his door, a folded letter explaining that Belle, his mentor Knight, would be in the library for most of the day, and to please come locate her to get acquainted at some point.

When he makes his way into the large repository of books, lined with stacks and sporting a balcony higher up, along with many arches along the back wall which lead into smaller rooms with specialized sections of books. Many tables are spread out to allow for research, and at one of these sits a petite brunette, pouring over an incredibly large tome. For the moment, she's the only one in sight. ]

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[smugfox]

[Reynard has done a lot of things in his life, he's been to a lot of places - many of them shady by most definitions - but he can count the times he has actually entered a library on one hand.

He can read, certainly, he can write, but neither are things he indulges in more often than necessary. Not active enough, perhaps, not involved enough.

But here he is, looking for Belle. And even if the library had been full of people, he would have headed straight for her, trusting his nose more than his eyes.]

Sir Belle?

[He can fake manners with the best of them and so he bows his head before her, though his eyes never leave her face.]

I didn't know I was that lucky.

[untethered]

[ belle was so absorbed in her reading that when she looks up abruptly, there's a startled quality to her expression, as if for a moment she'd forgotten any world existed outside those pages. but then she smiles, even if there's a slightly abashed quality to her tone when she processes the compliment. ]

Sir Reynard! [ she closes the volume, marking the place carefully, and sitting up straight. ] It's a pleasure to meet you.

[smugfox]

Glad to know it's mutual.

[He grins and hops on the table without thinking much of it, at least keeping his feet off it as he sits and reaches for her hand.]

Your name is very fitting, Sir Belle.

[untethered]

[ she reaches out to shake his, smiling despite herself ] Well, I suppose I should ask if yours is as well?

[smugfox]

It comes from being fitting right into unimaginative, actually.

[Shake hands? When he can just as well kiss it?

Yeah, shaking happens, but kissing is following a moment after.]

And far less charming than yours.

[untethered]

[ she smiles tightly because you remind her of someone she has a few distinct memories of from back home, brosef... ]

It looks like you're working rather hard to make up for that. [ she politely withdraws her hand when he's finished with it ] Now, Mr. Reynard... I believe it's my duty to assist you with any questions you might have about how things are done around here.

[smugfox]

[When ones first instincts upon seeing they are making someone uncomfortable is to want to push further, it really begs the question why they're still alive. Perhaps, at least in Reynard's case, it's prioritizing. First things first and all that.]

Questions...

Ah. Well. I was hypothetically wondering how potential material damage in our rooms would be handled.

[untethered]

Are you planning on a great deal of wanton destruction?

[smugfox]

Not really planning, mind. It just tends to happen around me.

Especially in close quarters. With expensive vases.

In theory.

omg i'm so sorry... i just happened to check this log and never got this notif 8|

[untethered]

Well, so long as it isn't because you have a penchant for throwing them...

not a problem! ^-^ (I really backtag forever)

[smugfox]

More for knocking them over, I'm afraid. I'm not exactly used to keeping breakable items where I sleep...