Okay! This is really really really short and I thought about adding more to it, but I like this. All 312 words. Makes thinks simple no? Please review, it makes me feel all warm and bubbly inside and lets me know that this isn't just collecting dust. Thanks and enjoy!
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They went through their regular routine. Searching the dead bodies or pickable chests or the random and forgotten burlap sack. This was what the routine after a fight was. Simple, and sometimes when the Maker felt especially generous, they would find something special.
So this was the routine that led her to his gift. She was rummaging through an especially junk filled sack when she found it. Sitting near the very bottom so it would avoid any run-off water and muck. It was a book. It didn't look like anything important. The cover was slightly worn and scuffed and the leather soft, but well kept and oiled. She reached in and plucked it from the rubbish.
Her slender fingers unbound the leather strap and opened the cover. Her fingertips skidded along the edges of the yellowing pages. Supporting the spine of the ancient tome, she flipped through the pages. The smell of leather and nature and musk and wisdom floated to her nose. The sound of flipping paper found its way to her ears and she closed her eyes. Maker she hadn't held a good book in a while. She flipped back to the cover page and read the title.
She gasped.
Her small ponytail fell to the side of her neck. Giving he hair an unkempt and messy look. That messy hair stopped her gasp an hid her look of awe when she read that title. She looked up at Fenris who was rolling a dead thug over with his foot, her look of surprise still plastered on her face. A small, thoughtful smile blossomed onto her lips as she quickly stashed the book into one of her larger bags. She tucked her hair back properly into its tiny ponytail and she moved onto searching other things, smiling to herself as she did so.
He is going to love that book.