The night Kamahn first came over, Feyn asked Seph for a book everyone might enjoy.
And so began the nightly ritual of reading.

Seph: Erm...I'm reading, you two. Errand: Yes, you are. But you're not reading to us. Ferrahn: We've been waiting for you to finish your chapter. Seph: And I'm not done with it. Errand: You did. Feyn said you finished two of them while you made us wait. Seph: . . . I didn't notice. Ferrahn: Liar.

Ferrahn: You can't read if we sit on your book. Errand: No, she can't. =^_^= Seph: *sigh* Ferrahn: We've been waiting for you. So come. Seph: But it's not my turn to read tonight. Errand: Feyn says he won't so it's your turn. Seph: Grrrr.

Seph: All right. Here's the book. Feyn, it's your turn to read. I read last night. Feyn: Oh, but you do such a better job than I do. Seph: *narrows eyes* It's your turn.

Errand: Come on, Feyn. It's your turn, so just open up the book and start reading. Feyn: If you think it's such a fun thing to do, Errand, why don't you do it? Razkil: Errand and I read too slow. You said so. Seph: *glares* Feyn: Did I really say that, now? Well, I must have been feeling rather unseemly that day. You're both learners. You have a right to be slow. Seph: *coldly* You read Feyn. Feyn: . . .

Feyn: I'm a bit...tired tonight. Errand: See, he doesn't want to read! And now you won't either! Seph: Hey, it's his turn! Razkil: *sigh* Everyone: . . .

Evien: Why don't you read for us tonight, Kamahn? Ferrahn: Are you sure he can? Razkil might be better at it than he is. Evien: Read for us, Kamahn. Feyn: Excellent idea, Evien. Kamahn will read for us. He has a nice reading voice. Seph: Do you want to, Kamahn? Feyn: Of course he wants to. He probably misses reading at night with ____. Seph: Oh. Kamahn: *glares* Errand: Yay! Kamahn is going to read for us. Ferrahn: Don't worry, brat. We won't laugh when you stumble. Seph: Ferrahn. Ferrahn: *purrs*

After a while...

Kamahn: "But others have lived in worse places. Think of the Count of Monte Cristo in the dungeons of the..." Feyn: Chateau d'If. Errand: I don't understand that. What's the count of Monte Cristo and that word? Razkil: I don't understand it either. Seph: The Count is someone in another story who was imprisoned in the dungeons of the Chateau d'If. Errand: Oh. Seph: Erm...it's only mentioned so that you understand that things for the Count was very bad, and he lived in a worse place than where Sarah had lived. Errand: Oh. Feyn: Continue, Kamahn.

Errand: Poor Sarah. She looks very sad in this picture. Ferrahn: *chuckles* It's only a picture, Errand. Luthien: Not to mention, the story and that person 'Sarah' isn't even real. Errand: I like her! Razkil: Me too. Seph: Me too. Feyn: If you all don't stop interupting, Kamahn might be able to get through the chapter. Seph: *grin*

Ferrahn: *nuzzles* You've been quiet for quite a while now. Silren: . . . Ferrahn: *nuzzles* Silren: . . . i... Ferrahn: Do you like the story so far? Silren: . . . yes. Ferrahn: *chuckles* I wonder if you've really paid attention since they started reading the book. Silren: . . . I have something on my mind. Ferrahn: I know. For days now. Silren: . . .

Ferrahn: *purrs* Silren: . . .