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Ryder's P.O.V.- Present Day
When I set the Gray Book in front of Kirstin's sitting from, her first response has me trying not to laugh. Her eyebrows furrow and her eyes narrow skeptical, "It's green. Why is it called the Gray Book if it's green?" My grandpa's laughter rings from in the shelves. They reopened the bookstore after everybody left, though we decided to stay here and look through the book.
I look at the cover for a second, pursing my lip as I think, "I, uh, I actually don't know. Not really the most important thought at the moment."
Nodding and looking around the room, she decides to bring up another topic, "Alright, but why do I need to be concerned about using runes? Don't think I'd be able to handle myself without them?"
I snicker at the thought of Kirstin ever not being able to hold her own against somebody, "No. I mean they definitely work well for battles, but they have more uses than just that. It's considered an honor to use runes. We don't even know if your body can handle runes, some bodies can't."
"So why don't we find out? The angelic rune is the first one you guys get right?" She leans forward as she asks, grabbing the book from my side of the table, flipping it open and looking at the pages, examining the runes and tracing them with her finger. I let my hand reach into my pocket, where the two steles sit. One belonged to me for as long as I remember, the other belonging to Livia for most of her life. Julian had given it to me last year, after finally going through Livvy's things. He told me to do what I wanted with it, and I found a way to put it to good use instead of sitting in my drawer hidden under everything.
I pull it out of my pocket, examining it under the table, even though I'd see it a million times. It was an averagely sized stele, green with a vine-like design running from its adamas tip to the top of the stele. I run my hand over the stele, thinking about how often I would see Livvy admiring it. Julian had given it to her for her birthday, she had always had it on her, of course she did, that was kind of a given with steles.
