[It was a phrase that brought a similar, somber expression to Sieglinde's own features. After all, she'd told him her own story- part of it. Witches driven into the forest to hide from persecution in the outside world.
Nothing good came of such things. She knew.
But he offered the book and she laid hands upon it, unable to remain depressed when she could flip through the pages, fingers smoothing reverently over diagrams and words, eyes large as saucers. This was the spellbook that taught- was teaching- Merlin...]
May I study from this book as well? - When you are not, of course...
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Nothing good came of such things. She knew.
But he offered the book and she laid hands upon it, unable to remain depressed when she could flip through the pages, fingers smoothing reverently over diagrams and words, eyes large as saucers. This was the spellbook that taught- was teaching- Merlin...]
May I study from this book as well? - When you are not, of course...