01-24-2020, 11:23 AM
Virgil could not read. She didn't have to. She had never been told that there were good things in books. She was completely and utterly ignorant of liberal arts and literature. Sure, she knew they existed but like many other things, she had been conditioned to hate them.
Virgil had not taken claim of any house yet so she spent her days roaming the town, looking very much like a "wild dog". She slept in logs or when she felt especially daring, under the porches of other houses. By chance, she happened upon the library. When she stepped inside, she immediately felt chills. But, like with her fascination of the overgrown spider Abathur, a morbid curiosity begged her to stay. She pulled one book off the shelf and started at it intently yet she had no idea what it meant.
Her large ears swirled, hearing the very familiar voices of Aurum and Eulogy. "What's poetry?" The painted wolf barked bluntly, trotting over to investigate. Her nose twitched and she leaned in, trying to see Eulogy's poem. "Hmm." She murmured, pretending that she knew how to read.
Virgil had not taken claim of any house yet so she spent her days roaming the town, looking very much like a "wild dog". She slept in logs or when she felt especially daring, under the porches of other houses. By chance, she happened upon the library. When she stepped inside, she immediately felt chills. But, like with her fascination of the overgrown spider Abathur, a morbid curiosity begged her to stay. She pulled one book off the shelf and started at it intently yet she had no idea what it meant.
Her large ears swirled, hearing the very familiar voices of Aurum and Eulogy. "What's poetry?" The painted wolf barked bluntly, trotting over to investigate. Her nose twitched and she leaned in, trying to see Eulogy's poem. "Hmm." She murmured, pretending that she knew how to read.