Thread: Defined By Birth (Silentworld & Faetal Attraction)

Rowan smirked at the young lady's foul mouth, it left his pride with a static like feeling, jubilant that he could easily get under her skin. And to watch get softly scolded left the grown man with the thought that he had just ratred out the playground bully. However this was a hollow victory, lessened both by their age difference and the quick explination given by Yvonne afterwards. Don't worry. I caused it, but I will keep the teasing to a minimum until she lets me. Being passionate is not something to be trodden upon, especially if she really is taught as you say. There was no way to hide the skepticism in his voice, though it was not directed at either one of them. He gave his approval with a nod as he let go of the young woman's soft hands, Rowan felt like his hands had been akin to sandpaper in comparison, and not in a way to be proud of. It told of their astonishingly different lives so far, just another clue as to what he was getting into. A library? Why would we have to leave just too. Rowan stopped talking as soon as he realized what a fool he was making of himself. These were the most influential people to live in this city, of course they could afford a library of their own. The thought alone of that, when even just the ability to read amongst his own kind was limited to less than five percent sent shivers down his spine. She will. Rowan smiled with a look, he knew his job was not to keep the girl in line, but he also doubted she would try anything right now. Unless of course he tried something impish himself. He bowed lower tp Yvonne, Just make sure to find us before you leave. I doubt this will be farewell already. Of course the human did not know that, but someone so influential within Miss Aiko's life probably would not vanish without something more proper. And then the nanny was gone, out beyond his sight fairly quickly. He wondered if he would ever get to be as confident in himself to move about this life without feeling out of place. Rubbing his chin with the soft scratching of nails against stubble he doubted it. His hand was grasped tightly, though even if the young anthro squeezed as hard as she could Rowan would not have flinched. You are not? Well I'm sorry princess. I'll do my best to treat you like an adult. The man's smile was wide as he already went against what he had said and was teasing her. At least he hoped his expression showed that he meant nothing by the little jest as he was dragged along down the hallways. His own polished shoes made no sound as they stepped along the floors, used to stepping light and quickly, having to dance around other men and machines while mining to avoid injury. His own stride was more comfortable, having to put less effort to keep with her pace. Had he not been pulled along, Rowan would have stopped multiple times, as he ran his hand along the gold brocade for a few yards. How strange that they could display such wealth with ease, knowing that only a few people would ever set eyes upon it. And here I thought I would be sleeping in a shed. This is more than I'm used too. Rowan would have thought the shed was more familiar, his last residence having been a breezy leaky shack shared with a couple of his younger cousins who also worked around the mines. It had not been mandatory to live with family, but it was something expected of them. To keep everyone bunched together and as well as to save what little money they were given. I don't even know how to turn on a tablet, but I think I can manage. The thing that seemed interesting was the security monitors, the rest he doubted he would enjoy. Maybe if he could learn how to turn the radio on with that. Rowan was technologically incompetent, not incapable just unpracticed. Still they were moving on again and this time to a far more ornate set of doors. They almost seemed like gates to a treasury, and as he saw inside it most certainly was. A wealth of books, of knowledge. He thought of all the things he could learn, and then subsequently teach to young children. Maybe they would even be able toMake something of themselves. No wonder Miss Aiko chose this place. But there was a secret that was beyond that hidden within the bound covers. A small nook, and in his mind the most comfortable looking place he had seen. Rowan saw the speaker and the tablet, wondering what music she would play as the young woman hid away here. A large hand gently pulled at a book on the nearest shelves, to see if he could judge what she liked most. All this, and the most I could ever find were fairy tales and fables. My favorite, rather than stuffy texts about politicians or boring stories without something fantastic to pay attention too. He mumbled as he looked back down at his owner. There was something incredibly off about her words, something that the sharp witted man vould not let sit without being mentioned. And where do you call home if not the house with your parents Miss Aiko? Rowan kept his thoughts to himself, but to him he could figure that the relationship between the two generations was strenuous at best.