I keep -- getting distracted. [a sheepish smile, a reflexive nudge of his glasses up his nose, lenses flashing with the dimming light.] I promised a tour, but I keep on talking and rambling and that's not -- well, it isn't what I said I'd do, and...
[koby trails off, feeling the shift in goodsir's mood, in his thoughts, away from the present and back towards something -- else, something in the past. it's not difficult to extrapolate what, exactly, he's thinking of. koby swallows hard, steps closer and, after a moment of scanning, taps a book at the beginning of a shelf.] Right around here. The 1840s. That's where you'll want to start.
[then he shakes his head, his turn to look wistful.] No, I'm afraid there's nothing about my world here. Just -- this one. Yours, I believe. That is -- I've read about Arctic expeditions. [he's read about the erebus and terror, specifically, but: time and place. he'll only admit to it if goodsir asks.
turning back to the shelf, koby smiles, then tugs the rolling ladder over -- because of course saltburnt has one of those. climbing a couple steps, he taps at a particular section with his pen.] Maritime history, of course. How this world developed sea travel, the Austronesian spread across the Pacific, the age of navigation, of exploration, the expeditions and trade routes from hundreds of years ago still taken today...
[he trails off, leaning against the ladder, expression somewhere between exhilarated and wistful.] It's the closest this place's history is to home.
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[koby trails off, feeling the shift in goodsir's mood, in his thoughts, away from the present and back towards something -- else, something in the past. it's not difficult to extrapolate what, exactly, he's thinking of. koby swallows hard, steps closer and, after a moment of scanning, taps a book at the beginning of a shelf.] Right around here. The 1840s. That's where you'll want to start.
[then he shakes his head, his turn to look wistful.] No, I'm afraid there's nothing about my world here. Just -- this one. Yours, I believe. That is -- I've read about Arctic expeditions. [he's read about the erebus and terror, specifically, but: time and place. he'll only admit to it if goodsir asks.
turning back to the shelf, koby smiles, then tugs the rolling ladder over -- because of course saltburnt has one of those. climbing a couple steps, he taps at a particular section with his pen.] Maritime history, of course. How this world developed sea travel, the Austronesian spread across the Pacific, the age of navigation, of exploration, the expeditions and trade routes from hundreds of years ago still taken today...
[he trails off, leaning against the ladder, expression somewhere between exhilarated and wistful.] It's the closest this place's history is to home.