07-25-2014, 03:06 PM
Connor went back to the stacks and started looking for one or two books that matched what the keep said. He saw one, Myths and Legends of Japan and pulled it out, flipping to the table of contents. "Yeh Kung-tzu and the True Dragon." There it was again. A dragon. And in another culture not related to Proto-Indo European. It went under his arm along with Watkin's book. He also saw Aboriginal Mythology: An Encyclopedia of Myth and Legend. And there was a section of Julunggul too. It was enough, he figured.
He saw a seat, took it and started leafing through the Japanese book first. As he flipped pages, he looked up. The second man who'd come in was wandering the stacks, touching different books as if they were old friends. He certainly seemed to be someone who'd wander into a place like this. Maybe he had over reacted.
He could hear the other man, though, asking the keep about someone. Not quietly either. He heard the name Aria and his heart jumped. He didn't turn around to look at the man again. Definitely didn't want to draw his attention. Maybe his instincts were right. That is, if the man meant the Aria he knew. It seemed like a unique name- he'd only heard it as a name the one time- but there had to be other Arias out there. Then again, the way things had been going since he got to Moscow, it was unlikely. More than ever, he needed to stay under the radar here. And that meant pretending he was just there to read.
He looked back at the book, now open to "Yeh Kung-tzu and the True Dragon" and began to read the story.
He saw a seat, took it and started leafing through the Japanese book first. As he flipped pages, he looked up. The second man who'd come in was wandering the stacks, touching different books as if they were old friends. He certainly seemed to be someone who'd wander into a place like this. Maybe he had over reacted.
He could hear the other man, though, asking the keep about someone. Not quietly either. He heard the name Aria and his heart jumped. He didn't turn around to look at the man again. Definitely didn't want to draw his attention. Maybe his instincts were right. That is, if the man meant the Aria he knew. It seemed like a unique name- he'd only heard it as a name the one time- but there had to be other Arias out there. Then again, the way things had been going since he got to Moscow, it was unlikely. More than ever, he needed to stay under the radar here. And that meant pretending he was just there to read.
He looked back at the book, now open to "Yeh Kung-tzu and the True Dragon" and began to read the story.