As Sivir and Nasus walked into the town, a crowd slowly gathered to meet them. They split to allow them to walk into the marketplace, all eyes glued on Nasus. Three men in exquisite clothing approached, one of the men being a few steps ahead of the others. "An Ascended? Amazing! You must come with us, we will-"
Sivir interrupted the man with a laugh, walking over to the man and holding out her hand to stop the fellow from getting any closer. With her free hand, she held out her blade. "I know it's hot, and people act crazy in heat, but this pup isn't goin' with you. Now, I'm going to count to three - if by that time you aren't gone, I'm going to make sure you become one with Shurima. Okay? One..."
With that, the trio quickly ran off into the crowd. Sivir addressed the people now, "Sorry for the distraction, people. Also, this is my friend Nasus. He will not kill you, so no need to worry. So please continue on with your day." The crowd simply shrugged and went on with their lives.
"Humans... they're like little beasts, sometimes." Nasus watched the little scene, unphased. He continued on beside Sivir, not quite sure where she was taking him.
Sivir turned back towards Nasus, and asked cheerfully, "Where do you want to go? There's a bar, library to our left. On the right, my house, mayor's office and museum. Oh god, I feel like a tour guide..." She giggled at the thought.
"Anywhere is fine, Sivir. Take me where you see fit." Nasus nodded his head with a small smile, appreciative of her offer.
Sivir walked towards the library, bringing Nasus with her. "What a better place for a da- I mean, show you. Didn't you use to guard one of these?" She laughed nervously.
"Yes. It was a beautiful place." Nasus remenescented in the memory, the walls of the library were large, books filled the shelves and were a large selection. It held more than stories. Memories, legends, smells, tomes. He loved that place.
Sivir pushed the double doors to the library open. The smell of ink and paper wafted over them. "Sorry if this isn't as grand as your old one. This is quite a small town. Most the books are pretty new, except the ones in the archives... which yours truly has access to." She flaunted.
"That would be nice, thank you." Nasus bowed his head politely, before walking through the library's doors. He took in the sight of the library before him, relishing in the pleasant feeling it brought him. "Where is the archives?"
Sivir pointed to the back at the small door. "It might be a tight fit... Anything specific you want to read?"
"Nothing comes to mind. But I would enjoy looking through what this library has." Nasus made his way to the small door, opening it and kneeling down to get himself inside. Once he got through, he held the door open for Sivir, closing it after her entry.
Sivir laughed as she tried to fit in the room with Nasus. "When I thought of us getting close, I didn't think like this." She opens a drawer and pulls out a pair of reading glasses. Once on, Sivir grabs a book on ancient economics.
Looking down, Nasus watched Sivir for a moment, before turning to rummage through some of the books. He grabbed one about literature. "I did not know you required glasses." He commented, glancing down at her. "They compliment your features."
Sivir blushed, continuing to flip through the different chapters. "I've read this book so many times. I always come back to it to see if I missed something. In the past, economies used to rely a little on mercenaries. During times of depression, mercenary work would help lift it back up.", she says out loud. Sivir just closes the book, smiles and puts back on the shelf.
"I am assuming you would have liked to live in the past." Nasus turned to her, though his gaze was fixated on his book as he flipped the pages.
Sivir leaned up against the wall and watched as Nasus read. "Well, yes and no. Yes to the mercenary work... but no to everything else. Pretty happy with most things here."
The Curator chuckled, closing the book and looking for another one. He was just skimming these, as he had read most of their contents in his own library so long ago. "As am I."
Sivir began to giggle at him. "You act funny when you read. It's cute."
"Is that so? I find myself at peace when I read." He smiled, grabbing a book about ancient Gods from the shelf.
"Your nose wiggles, a lot. Your ears twitch too. It's pretty funny."
"Oh. Really? I never noticed that." He paused, looking cross-eyed at his nose, wiggling it on purpose.
The Battle Mistress started laughing, a silly grin on her face. "Stop! My stomach hurts now!". She leaned over, gripping her abdomen as she laughed.
Nasus smiled, looking down at Sivir. "Your laugh amuses me."
Sivir finally catches her breath and sighs, "That's sweet. See? You just need someone to keep you company. Now, you're making jokes and stuff. Well as close to jokes as we can get to. We'll work on that."
He cocked his head to the side. "What are you talking about now, Sivir?"
"Nothing, love. Well, I'm done here. Anywhere you would like to go?"
"That is the second time you have called me that." Nasus closed his book, putting it back on the shelf.
Sivir felt her face flush from Nasus commenting on that, but chose to ignore it. To dismiss the topic, she went over and opened the door, holding it open for the Curator. As they left the sun was setting, probably six or seven PM. She looked to the horizon and saw the burning orange orb in the sky. Sivir sighed, and smiled.
"Where to next? I picked one, now your turn."
"What are my options, again?"
"Bar, Museum, and my house."
"Bar is quite obviously a no. The other two, are options." The Curator thought for a moment, resting against his cane slightly. "Are you not tired, Sivir?"
She yawns and stretches, "It's up to you."
"You are tired. Let us go to your home, then." Nasus spoke, looking around the town. He didn't know where she lived, so she would have to lead.
