Let Mercy Come -- drawing

[rhosmari]

AND IT'S HALF PAST THREE
[align=center]AND I GOT ANGEL WINGS

BUT A DEVIL'S GRIN

AND ONLY ONE CAN WIN

elsweyr — tanglewood — three years

If she had to be honest with herself she did not often find herself visiting the library. When she did it was all sorts of confusing and she couldn't understand the things that she looked at unless it was simply pictures. The books were something that she guessed were like an acquired taste and she didn't seek to acquire it. Reading was not something she found a high priority on her list of things she actually needed. The only reason why she was here now was because she was looking for Ares. The child was new to Tanglewood and taken in by the community. She was small and young,  easily shaped to the world around her. She had no idea of her history or past and she wanted to make sure she was safe. So she had been looking, following her scent as easily as any mother would their child. Her maw curled slightly and she paused there at the library before she finally entered the place.

Her eyes spanned the library before she noticed that Aurum was talking to someone. Someone hidden beneath a chair and she crept forward, poking her head around the lion to get a look at what was going on. It appeared that Ares was working on something but she had no real idea of what. All she could see was ram horns and that was it. "Is she drawing? Telling a tale? This one likes stories." It seemed perhaps that it was something important. Maybe to do with her past.