09-02-2020, 09:07 PM
(This post was last modified: 09-02-2020, 09:16 PM by Ascendancy.)
He could feel the intrigue in Allan’s voice. Surprisingly, a dash of thrill flushed through Nikolai. Should he put it back? Allow Allan a glimpse of the forbidden and lock it away again? It would torment him, remind him of the vast chasm differentiating even a powerful channeler from the Ascendancy.
As Nik turned, he laid the book, still wrapped in its bindings, upon the desk like a prize between them. Finally, he gestured for Allan to do the honors and himself stepped aside. The binding was a regular cloth, worn over time but not from frequent handling. Beneath lay a heavy book, similarly old but infrequently handled. The cover was bound in carefully aged red leather. Straps on a closure system were made from alligator leather. Planted in the center was a pentagram surrounded by the ouroboros.
Nikolai waited patiently for revelation to sweep across Allan’s face.
"You may open it," he said.
As Nik turned, he laid the book, still wrapped in its bindings, upon the desk like a prize between them. Finally, he gestured for Allan to do the honors and himself stepped aside. The binding was a regular cloth, worn over time but not from frequent handling. Beneath lay a heavy book, similarly old but infrequently handled. The cover was bound in carefully aged red leather. Straps on a closure system were made from alligator leather. Planted in the center was a pentagram surrounded by the ouroboros.
Nikolai waited patiently for revelation to sweep across Allan’s face.
"You may open it," he said.