Lolo cringed visibly. The rubedo character of his cheeks deepened further still and he became tense, nervous. His face contorted with clear confused struggle.Â
After an interim filled with uncertain half words he motioned Joz over to an empty table. Pushing aside bottles and tankards he set two books before him; one completely nondescript and the other small and thick, screaming its age with every stain and crack across its aquamarine surface. The first he laid down carelessly, the latter with great intention, his hand lingering over it once it was set.
He opened the newer, nicer seeming book, and indicated with a wave of his hand the words and letters within. "This is the Eorzean alphabet. I've read it all my life. I can recognize a few others, as well."
He opened the aquamarine tome gently, the tips of his fingers almost dancing across the page as he traced the lines of the shapes and characters within. "This?" he began breathily, "I...don't...understand."
The screwed-up look of his face was unreadable, not for any clever opacity, but for baring too much at once.
After an interim filled with uncertain half words he motioned Joz over to an empty table. Pushing aside bottles and tankards he set two books before him; one completely nondescript and the other small and thick, screaming its age with every stain and crack across its aquamarine surface. The first he laid down carelessly, the latter with great intention, his hand lingering over it once it was set.
He opened the newer, nicer seeming book, and indicated with a wave of his hand the words and letters within. "This is the Eorzean alphabet. I've read it all my life. I can recognize a few others, as well."
He opened the aquamarine tome gently, the tips of his fingers almost dancing across the page as he traced the lines of the shapes and characters within. "This?" he began breathily, "I...don't...understand."
The screwed-up look of his face was unreadable, not for any clever opacity, but for baring too much at once.
