Post by KyferLegs (Diria) on Jun 23, 2023 14:49:20 GMT -5
The Sohili woman encountered herself standing on her tippy-toes to reach the elevated book she needed for her studies. All around her were large bookshelves surrounded by elegantly carved wood. Bellow her was the flimsy-looking ladder she had to employ to reach the dusty shelf where the book was. Taking a deep breath, she quickly reached as far as she could, gripping the book and pulling it away from the hiding place. Her breath immediately escaped as she promptly scurried back down from the ladder. Her shoes touching the creaking wood floor felt heavenly as she avoided looking up at how high she had to climb. Calming, she grabbed the books she had put down and held the new one tight, but not before she ensured the dust was off. Finally, she found herself at a medium-sized table, more practical and straightforward than the bookshelves to her right. Setting the books down, she looked at a male Zarou, his right hand occupied with holding a book and his left leg crossed over the right. As her presence became known, the Zarou took the time to raise his snout from the book he was glaring over.
"Find what you need?" The Zarou muttered dismissively, attempting to control his eyes from trailing far from the book.
The Sohili woman scoffed as she sat down. "Yes, not with any help from you." Grabbing the book from the top of her growing stack and flipping through it with little effort.
The Zarou put his free left hand on the table as he slanted closer, staring at the Sohili woman. "Aaliyah, I'm telling you, it won't work how you want it to."
Aaliyah, who was now looking down, seemed to dismiss him the same way he did before, but considering her oversized and sensitive ears didn't pick up on any movement, she looked back up. "Not with that attitude, Misi." Giving a teasing smile to her partner across the table. Who didn't seem too keen on the name she uttered.
"Don't start." The Zarou bent back, discouraged, as he picked the pen up off the table, etching it into the yellow-tinted paper next to another book he had flipped open. "You know I loathe being called that."
Aaliyah shrugged, her eyes slowly diverting to read the new book's index, which she had quickly forgotten to look at before flipping beforehand. Despite its overly complicated titles, it was simply a book on how planes worked, in this case, their aerodynamics. The pages were relatively fresh, considering how the book once was coated in dust. Nonetheless, she read through it and took notes while she could over time.
"How do you even plan to build a plane once you reach that stage?" The Zarou chimed again, his worrying over her endeavor becoming increasingly bothersome to Aaliyah.
"Matthias, one step at a time." After she spoke, she moaned, looking back up in remorse over her tone and wanting to change the direction of the topic. "How long did it take you to build your peashooter?"
Matthias chuckled, trying to hide that he knew it was probably longer than she could achieve with something way harder. Yet, he tried to reason with himself but didn't dare to contend with Aaliyah's statement. "Too long, but what I'm working on now will be better than anything I've made." Putting down his book, the enthusiastic Zarou started with simple facts but then began to rant over firing mechanisms, bolts, calibers, rounds per minute, and other topics, only to finish it with its name, the Talus. However, to his dismay, his partner wasn't paying attention and had returned to her book. Almost raising his annoyance, Matthias conceded, leaning into his chair and grabbing his book again.
"Unbub is still a better name," Aaliyah replied nearly a minute late, her eyes never looking up and her left hand taking notes alongside her reading. Matthias tried to hide his annoyance and affection for the comment of calling his gun a tube and her teasing that he would never acknowledge he relished. Thus, he resumed reading, a couple of dozen minutes going by as both enjoyed the silence and occasional comment each gave until both left together, presumably for lunch.
"Find what you need?" The Zarou muttered dismissively, attempting to control his eyes from trailing far from the book.
The Sohili woman scoffed as she sat down. "Yes, not with any help from you." Grabbing the book from the top of her growing stack and flipping through it with little effort.
The Zarou put his free left hand on the table as he slanted closer, staring at the Sohili woman. "Aaliyah, I'm telling you, it won't work how you want it to."
Aaliyah, who was now looking down, seemed to dismiss him the same way he did before, but considering her oversized and sensitive ears didn't pick up on any movement, she looked back up. "Not with that attitude, Misi." Giving a teasing smile to her partner across the table. Who didn't seem too keen on the name she uttered.
"Don't start." The Zarou bent back, discouraged, as he picked the pen up off the table, etching it into the yellow-tinted paper next to another book he had flipped open. "You know I loathe being called that."
Aaliyah shrugged, her eyes slowly diverting to read the new book's index, which she had quickly forgotten to look at before flipping beforehand. Despite its overly complicated titles, it was simply a book on how planes worked, in this case, their aerodynamics. The pages were relatively fresh, considering how the book once was coated in dust. Nonetheless, she read through it and took notes while she could over time.
"How do you even plan to build a plane once you reach that stage?" The Zarou chimed again, his worrying over her endeavor becoming increasingly bothersome to Aaliyah.
"Matthias, one step at a time." After she spoke, she moaned, looking back up in remorse over her tone and wanting to change the direction of the topic. "How long did it take you to build your peashooter?"
Matthias chuckled, trying to hide that he knew it was probably longer than she could achieve with something way harder. Yet, he tried to reason with himself but didn't dare to contend with Aaliyah's statement. "Too long, but what I'm working on now will be better than anything I've made." Putting down his book, the enthusiastic Zarou started with simple facts but then began to rant over firing mechanisms, bolts, calibers, rounds per minute, and other topics, only to finish it with its name, the Talus. However, to his dismay, his partner wasn't paying attention and had returned to her book. Almost raising his annoyance, Matthias conceded, leaning into his chair and grabbing his book again.
"Unbub is still a better name," Aaliyah replied nearly a minute late, her eyes never looking up and her left hand taking notes alongside her reading. Matthias tried to hide his annoyance and affection for the comment of calling his gun a tube and her teasing that he would never acknowledge he relished. Thus, he resumed reading, a couple of dozen minutes going by as both enjoyed the silence and occasional comment each gave until both left together, presumably for lunch.