[ Delivered flatly, she recites the title with mild wryness. That's the quality of content they were studying, scrawled elegantly against the colorful albeit fading backdrop of the novel Ben has plucked from the shelf. Its spine is crumbling, weathered — much the same as the other rows of novels, from Prisoner of Night to Beginner Transfiguration Spellwork, Volume I.
Books for their own reading pleasure, and books for their professional life. Rey's frown creases her mouth, thoughtful. ]
I don't think they were just studying here, Ben. I think they lived here.
[ At one point — a recent time, if she's to believe the sight of newer tomes, untouched by the damp and dank of the cavern. Her fingers slide over one within her reach, grasping it from the shelf, hefty in her hand. Another spellbook, from the looks of the cover and its intricate bindings. ]
no subject
[ Delivered flatly, she recites the title with mild wryness. That's the quality of content they were studying, scrawled elegantly against the colorful albeit fading backdrop of the novel Ben has plucked from the shelf. Its spine is crumbling, weathered — much the same as the other rows of novels, from Prisoner of Night to Beginner Transfiguration Spellwork, Volume I.
Books for their own reading pleasure, and books for their professional life. Rey's frown creases her mouth, thoughtful. ]
I don't think they were just studying here, Ben. I think they lived here.
[ At one point — a recent time, if she's to believe the sight of newer tomes, untouched by the damp and dank of the cavern. Her fingers slide over one within her reach, grasping it from the shelf, hefty in her hand. Another spellbook, from the looks of the cover and its intricate bindings. ]
This one looks new.