[Though her senses aren't what they should be, she still has a keen ear and hears someone moving towards her. She angles her body towards whoever it is, eyes drifting away from the stained glass so she can see them. Yes, she recognizes him; she's seen him on around the neighborhood, and can only assume he's been somehow displaced like the rest of them.
Her gaze drops to the bag at this side, and she smiles to herself. The books here aren't exactly brand new, but there are certainly plenty worth reading. His question doesn't surprise her; there aren't many people who speak Latin, considering it's a dead language. A shame, really. It's beautiful. She moves towards the glass, drawing a finger under the words as she translates.]
"Wisdom and truth, be thy sword and shield."
[They're words that hits close to home for her, and brings her some amount of comfort.]
A strange phrase to put in the children's section, don't you think?
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Her gaze drops to the bag at this side, and she smiles to herself. The books here aren't exactly brand new, but there are certainly plenty worth reading. His question doesn't surprise her; there aren't many people who speak Latin, considering it's a dead language. A shame, really. It's beautiful. She moves towards the glass, drawing a finger under the words as she translates.]
"Wisdom and truth, be thy sword and shield."
[They're words that hits close to home for her, and brings her some amount of comfort.]
A strange phrase to put in the children's section, don't you think?