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[chivsbastard]

Fitz is in the library again, pacing, thoroughly unsettled by everything he's finding. Nothing seems to agree. It's as though rather than one history there are twelve, or twenty, one for each book he picks up and less than half of them titles that he recognizes - and some that he can't even read. He's begun to think, or to understand, what might be

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[phedre_25]

If he wants to see Phedre, she's around, pouring over the customs of 19th century France, and being a bit disturbed.

She's however very focused on what she's doing - he'll need to poke her.

[chivsbastard]

He notices her and stops in his pacing, pausing before going over to her, quietly.

"My lady?"

[phedre_25]

She looks up, gives him a shining smile.

"My Lord." Clearly, she's happy to see him.

[chivsbastard]

Eee, that smile. He smiles back, if only briefly. "Good day."

[myrddin_wyllt]

And there's a Merlin as well, walking around the shelves. He's done with his obsession for the Russian writers, and is now plowing through American 20th century literature - Tennessee Williams, Ernest Hemmingway, and the like.

[chivsbastard]

Fitz looks up and blinks a bit, wondering if he's seen that man before. "--hello?"

[myrddin_wyllt]

He has, on his first arrival. "Oh, Hello." Merlin smiles politely as he balances a heavy stack of books.

[chivsbastard]

Oh yes.

He bows, quickly, immediately sinking back into the role he plays. "Good day, sir."