It's a nice library, especially for such a small town, with plenty of everything, but a focus on science and poetry, a well-appointed children's' section, a nice selection of music and holovids, and comfy chairs offering varying amounts of privacy.
Right now, though, it's closing time; the announcements have been made, the final checkout rush handled, and now the librarian is making one last check before she locks up for the night.
He smiles again, and goes back to looking at the cliff, letting his flames wrap up around in such a way that as they flicker, he's sometimes looking through the flames.
She picks up some dust and sends it swirling through the air between him and the cliff face, adding another layer.
Well, he'll keep doing that for a while, but then eventually his flames settle back, and he's just watching the cliff face, trying to take it all in.
He ducks his head as he smiles, and then looks back up, glancing over to her. "I- thank you."
"No problem."
"I bet Daisy and Nine will come with you, too, if I'm busy. Or you can come out by yourself, that's fine too."
He stays settled for a little while longer, before starting to get a little restless.
"Want to head home, or check out a little more of the trail first?"
"All right. Let's see... I think it's a bit less of a walk this way." She points, and waits for him to be ready before leading the way.
The rest of the art on this trail is also made of metal attached to the cliff face, it seems. The next one is long swirling bands of blue and silver composed out of triangular shards; the following one is a collection of silver half-spheres that chime like bells when disturbed; the one after that is made of geometric shapes in plain durasteel with a scattering of mirrors that are angled just slightly, to reflect the surrounding landscape in a kaleidoscope of ways as the viewer changes position.
He continues to be fascinated by the installations.
At the last, he tilts his head, and, after a quick look at Pradnakt, again sees how his fire affects the way the mirrors and the reflections.
He smiles at that. Pauses, looks, a little cautiously to Pradnakt. "I- would your lightning-?" he half gestures to the mirrors.
"Mmhmm." She comes over, giving him a bit of space, and goes into a kata, blue and green lightning sparking along her hands and arms. It's less showy than his flames, but nonetheless sparkles prettily among the mirrors.
That gets a grin, though she doesn't speak until she's done with the form. "I have a couple others that work with my lightning - not on this trail, but we can go see them sometime. Maybe make something that works with your fire, too."
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