ooc prompt, missing book ✦ disbelief

[raziel]

"In ainm Dé!" The massive dire wolf huffed quietly, muttering a near inaudiable string of curses under his breath.  He had taken precautions, with the volcano's eruption.  All his books moved from treehouse to sub.  Upmost care and order and caution.

Of course... In the actual evacuation, he'd gotten rather sidetracked.  Had he missed a book at the last minute?  No.  No, that makes no sense. The fae flicked an irked ear as he paced outside his burned treehouse, thinking.  This wasn't just one of the volumes he had collected over time, it was his favorite.  He could rewrite it of course... Somehow. Painstakingly.  He knew it by heart.  English and French.  He knew many volumes by heart.

The canid sighed, brows creased.  Maybe Suvi took it? Keona couldn't read a normal copy, she needed braille... Did any other crewmate read?  Start with Suvi. New predicament: He had to find Suvi who, like her cousin, had a habit of wandering.

With only a look of mild irritation, the fae trotted towards the shore, searching for both book and daughter -- one or the other had to come first.

// translations: in anm de - for god's sake

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[elijah]

[div style="margin: 0 auto; border-width:0; width: 70%; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; line-height: 1.5; font-size: 9pt;"]Elijah is familiar with two languages: English and Latin. His mother spoke Latin fluently, often using it within his speech that the boy often mixed it with his own in a sort of affectionate matter towards his upbringing. He loved all his parents the same but it was hard to think about them when they were no longer present in his life. Since his return, he hadn't even managed to find any of his siblings. No Stella who was always scolding him, no Priscilla who loved to be creative, no Kaisa who had innocence for eyes, and no Eris who made him feel less lonely. There was one figure he expected to have an eternal presence above him and that was Lucifer, but he also hadn't noticed his timeless uncle anywhere. If it hadn't been for the fact that Goldenluxury was around, he might have thought that he had decided to live in a completely different Typhoon - that the world had been flipped like a mirrored realm. Even then, sometimes he wasn't sure if the Captain was the same Goldie he had known when he was growing up. She was different now. A leader and a tiger instead of a bengal. She could have been tricking him but his rats had been relaying him news from the beginning, sneaking around whenever they could that they were certain it was the same Goldenluxury he had known.

He first heard the wolf's Gaelic huff through Thirteen's ears, calmly passing his consciousness through his rat's bond to see and sense the rodent's surroundings from afar. He had practiced it many times that it no longer gave him headaches to see images, sounds and sensations through Thirteen's eyes and ears. Ibi manere, Elijah murmurs through the bond, mental words materialising into the creature's mind. Thirteen's nose twitches, sniffing his surroundings and keeping a watchful eye on Raziel as Elijah approaches. From the looks of it, the canine had lost something. He wasn't sure what. He didn't know what this 'in ainm de' meant. "Salve," the feline begins himself, perhaps making the mistake of assuming others knew what 'salve' meant. He and his siblings always had the tendency to greet others in Latin before speaking in English. No one had ever complained or pointed it out before that it was a word he had normalised into his everyday speaking vocabulary. One could even say that he often forgot the word for 'hello' because it seemed so useless for his mind to remember. "Is something wrong..?"

[raziel]

"Salve, puer meus." Insinct truly.  Old words.  The faerie knew a number of languages, latin among them, though it had been some time since he had heard it spoken freely.  The cost of living such a long life.  Raziel flicked his ear, then smiled, just lightly.

"Yes. Well, not really I suppose.  I've lost a book, is all.  Le Petite Prince." More laidback than he felt.  A book he felt rather attatched to, for he was fond of the story.  "I'm actually looking for my daughter too, actually; she might've taken it.  Have you seen Suvi?"

He really ought to keep better track of the girl's favorite places.  Then again, since the eruption... He had no idea how things might have changed.

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[elijah]

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His expression beams when Raziel speaks in his mother's tongue, the boy unable to hold himself from grinning happily. "Vos noscere!" he replies in the same Latin tone, words rolling easily for he was fluent from a young age. "Elijah nomen meum." While he could spend all day speaking ancient words, the boy was also aware that there were others who could not understand it. He does not want to leave others out of the conversation and, hearing Raziel continue on with English, he is willing to do the same and speak in the common words of The Typhoon. As he listens, whiskers twitching curiously, he hears about the man's lost book and search for his daughter. It was only now that he was beginning to put names to faces, having met Suvi once but never being able to remember the others. The fact that they were all related and spoke in the same Gaelic made it hard for him when he was younger, still a kitten.

"Suvi..." he echoes, then repeats the name of the book in his mind. Le Petite Prince. He definitely hasn't seen it anywhere and, now that he has thought about it, hasn't seen Suvi around at all. His own expression morphs into that of guilt, as if he had done something wrong when in reality he hadn't. "No, I haven't seen her...or your book. I can help look for both too if you'd like." His smile returns to his face, trying not to appear grim. Thinking about Raziel looking for his daughter reminded him of himself...looking for his siblings and his papi when he first returned to The Typhoon. They were all missing. Either they were playing a big game of hide and seek, or they had decided to leave The Typhoon like he had. His stomach churns. Now he feels worried. Elijah only survived because his rats had paved the way for him. Who was there to protect his siblings? They didn't have rats to watch the roads for them.

The boy spins around, poking at the ground with a paw and sniffing aimlessly. "Is the book interesting?"

[Kian.]

[align=center][div style="width: 450px; line-height: 12px; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia; font-size: 8pt;"]KIAN Ó FAOLÁIN — sing me a symphony, one for the lost and in-between
The feline caught the tail end of the conversation, ears perked as he caught onto his elder brother's problem.  With a blink of sea-green eyes, the faerie bounded over, unable to hide the amused look on his face.  His brother was rather fond of all his books.  While he did enjoy a good piece of literature, he could not imagine spending the amount of time Raziel did buried in a book.  Oh well.

"I'll help you out too, Raz," he offered, grinning.

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