Umber

Day after day the Preserver bent over the books he’d retrieved from Urik, cataloging the nature and extent of damage and the time required for each repair. Absorbed in private thoughts the Avangion hovered tirelessly nearby, providing light more steady than any lantern’s, speaking only to remind the Preserver to eat and to sleep. The work went slowly, for the Preserver was often distracted by a phrase here or a paragraph there, until a tome of ancient history diverted him so completely that he gave up the reconstruction effort and retreated with the volume to a more comfortable chair. Read the rest of this entry »