<div align=center>It was almost impossible to find something he hadn't read. Shelves and shelves and shelves, yet he'd flicked through every page, gazed across every drawing. Evan needed something new, something exciting. That something perhaps this time, didn't need to be a book. The evening was drawing in, it had gotten late and the library was practically empty, aside from the librarian lounging lazily on the desk at the front of the large room, head rested on the wood, snoring softly. The creature's tail flicked every now and then, perhaps signalling a dream. Evan's fingers grazed across the spine of a thick, well worn book. He plucked it from the shelf.
Read it. He sighed lightly and replaced the book, pacing away and collapsing in one of the arm chairs situated in the room. His eyes flickered up, scanning his surroundings idly, no wonder the librarian's fallen asleep. The thought brought a small smile to his face, he supposed it was easy enough to fall asleep in here, it was warm and quiet- at least, it was quiet at the moment.
The boy ran a hand through his hair, finger tips brushing the base of his left antler. They'd caused trouble for him today, he'd unraveled an expensive sweater on one of them this morning, and hadn't worn one in irritated protest all day. Evan's head snapped up and his eyes flickered open suddenly, realizing that he'd drifted off. What's the time? He frowned a little, it can't be that late. Though now when he focused again, he could see that he was no longer alone.</div>
Read it. He sighed lightly and replaced the book, pacing away and collapsing in one of the arm chairs situated in the room. His eyes flickered up, scanning his surroundings idly, no wonder the librarian's fallen asleep. The thought brought a small smile to his face, he supposed it was easy enough to fall asleep in here, it was warm and quiet- at least, it was quiet at the moment.
The boy ran a hand through his hair, finger tips brushing the base of his left antler. They'd caused trouble for him today, he'd unraveled an expensive sweater on one of them this morning, and hadn't worn one in irritated protest all day. Evan's head snapped up and his eyes flickered open suddenly, realizing that he'd drifted off. What's the time? He frowned a little, it can't be that late. Though now when he focused again, he could see that he was no longer alone.</div>