Triss eyes the book she's just set down, now pinned under four other volumes, with renewed interest. If it's not dangerously magical, could she pick it up and read it without getting into trouble? How useful would that be? So far a lot of the stuff she's been made to learn - like long division and geography - has been spectacularly useless. Sitting still for hours and hours just to pour facts she might not ever need into her head just seems like an offensive waste of time.
Then again, if she'd known what a kelpie was, and like, how to recognize one, she might not've ever gotten on that horse. She might've known she wasn't dreaming. There could even be some tips in those books for what to do when kidnapped by a faerie-horse. If this is gonna be her life, now, that could be a real compelling reason to crack a book.
"Am I allowed t'read them?" They haven't had any talks about Stuff She Can Touch. They haven't needed to; before she ended up in foster care, she'd been part of a family that had at least as much money as Hannibal does. She knows what's Not For Touching Or Playing With, as instinctively as she knows how to be quiet and avoid attracting attention. Just, sometimes she chooses not to do those things. So far she's been too nervous to mess with Hannibal's stuff, and she figures the books shouldn't be the first strike against her. They could be too important for that. If they're a 'family' thing. They could be...only for passing on to family, too.
(She's saving the appliances for her first occasion of testing boundaries anyway. One day in the near future there's gonna be an Epic Pancake Mishap involving the blender, the food processor, the juicer and probably the Kitchen Aid, and that's just how it's gonna be)
He says he 'found her' like he's the one who can see magic, not like she got randomly assigned to one of his probono rotations. Triss almost snorts, but that choice of words makes her wonder... "But, how'd you find these?" Her fingers drum the desk blotter beside the books, not quite willing to touch without permission. Yet. "I bet they're real secret, right? Extra secret if they're the magic ones. Can you--" her eyes widen at the sudden clicking of two previously separate thoughts, "Can you smell magic?!"
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Date: 2016-08-07 09:51 pm (UTC)Then again, if she'd known what a kelpie was, and like, how to recognize one, she might not've ever gotten on that horse. She might've known she wasn't dreaming. There could even be some tips in those books for what to do when kidnapped by a faerie-horse. If this is gonna be her life, now, that could be a real compelling reason to crack a book.
"Am I allowed t'read them?" They haven't had any talks about Stuff She Can Touch. They haven't needed to; before she ended up in foster care, she'd been part of a family that had at least as much money as Hannibal does. She knows what's Not For Touching Or Playing With, as instinctively as she knows how to be quiet and avoid attracting attention. Just, sometimes she chooses not to do those things. So far she's been too nervous to mess with Hannibal's stuff, and she figures the books shouldn't be the first strike against her. They could be too important for that. If they're a 'family' thing. They could be...only for passing on to family, too.
(She's saving the appliances for her first occasion of testing boundaries anyway. One day in the near future there's gonna be an Epic Pancake Mishap involving the blender, the food processor, the juicer and probably the Kitchen Aid, and that's just how it's gonna be)
He says he 'found her' like he's the one who can see magic, not like she got randomly assigned to one of his probono rotations. Triss almost snorts, but that choice of words makes her wonder... "But, how'd you find these?" Her fingers drum the desk blotter beside the books, not quite willing to touch without permission. Yet. "I bet they're real secret, right? Extra secret if they're the magic ones. Can you--" her eyes widen at the sudden clicking of two previously separate thoughts, "Can you smell magic?!"