That last exchange, if truth be told, left Habasi turning his ears up and down for a moment, bouncing as he tilted his head and pondered the forthcoming nature of this woman. Not perturbed, actually, he was quite entertained by her attitude, and decided after a pause that lunch sounded very good. He became fully aware in that instant that he'd give up his left ear for half of that mammoth. He hadn't had a morsel to test his fangs since- what? The previous morning? A fruit or two, a chunk of cheese, some bread with the evening wine- but that was hardly anything. Kaye would fret that he was not eating well, he knew this, for she often did. He inclined his head imperceptibly as Eliya went to check out.Head swimming with thought, it was a short moment before he remembered what he had been doing. Starting to realize the other elf- 'Coraline'? Was waiting for him, and that he'd absentmindedly left her practically rocking in her shoes. He turned, one paw on the ladder rail, and went up three wrungs into the shelves above.
Touching upon the bridge of the medium-sized volume, he slid it out carefully and clasped it in one hand, gingerly angling his fingertips to relent his claws. The lustrous red volume was bound in leather and bossed with the crooked sigil of an oblivion gate. The sign was quickly becoming a taboo to enscribe or even look upon, but this volume was composed before the oblivion crisis. As he took it down, he eyed the shelves above and about. Scanning, his eyes seized upon something else- stopping short as his toe tapped the wrung below, he scampered up higher and retrieved what he was looking at. This was a thicker volume, although less long, of a rusty brown color. As it turned out, it was actually three slender volumes bound together with a strap- each traced upon the bridge with a tiny insignia which proclaimed in numerals '2920'. The numbers swam into view as Habasi descended the ladder, and several slender letters also on each bridge which proclaimed
'Morning star - Sun's Dawn - First Seed'
and the runic letters, solitary beneath these titles-
'C. T.'
Taking these down, stacking them between his hands as he turned to face her, he offered them out.
