"I do!" Strange says, with a grin. "Give me a moment, they're in my desk."
The desk that is partially obscured by a fallen beam. That doesn't seem to stop Strange though, as he hurries over to the desk, practically scrambles over the beam and attempts to wrench free a desk drawer that's slightly crushed by the debris. That's not going to stop him from talking, though.
"Occasionally, books from our homes show up in the dream. The one that I wrote appeared in—" a pause while he yanks on the drawer handle, "—in the captain's library a week or so ago. It–ah ha!"
There's a bit of a clatter as the drawer falls to the ground. Strange reaches in, pulls out a pencil and some papers (half of which are covered in idle scribbles and half-written spells) and offers them to Sabriel with a wide smile.
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Date: 2020-06-21 01:31 am (UTC)The desk that is partially obscured by a fallen beam. That doesn't seem to stop Strange though, as he hurries over to the desk, practically scrambles over the beam and attempts to wrench free a desk drawer that's slightly crushed by the debris. That's not going to stop him from talking, though.
"Occasionally, books from our homes show up in the dream. The one that I wrote appeared in—" a pause while he yanks on the drawer handle, "—in the captain's library a week or so ago. It–ah ha!"
There's a bit of a clatter as the drawer falls to the ground. Strange reaches in, pulls out a pencil and some papers (half of which are covered in idle scribbles and half-written spells) and offers them to Sabriel with a wide smile.