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Hello again.

*From her seat under the oak, she smiles looking up from the generous pile of amassed reading material*

Good evening, Mr. Jefferson. Are you regularly in the habit of taking your evening strolls through winter-kissed fields?

I take evening strolls in many places.

What are you reading?

Borrowed tomes, sir. The penned hopes and dreams of those who were, are, and shall be again. I shall admit, it does ease a trouble mind, familiarize hungry soul with a vast multitude of languages, and indeed, thus I learned your English, and endeavor to understand Man better.

Are you reading anything interesting?

Of course! There are a lifetime worth of tomes here, but then you must remember: Never trust the storyteller, only the story...

The wrong storyteller will change a tale completely.

That's why one must read between the lines. That's where the real story begins.

Do you always?

If you do it right, the story will speak to you, that I promise.

You are very kind.

*Winks* One of a kind!

Do you enjoy any particular type of books? I like mythologies.

Mythologies are wonderful, but I perfer any tale that strays my way.

Next time that I see you, I will have books.

I would adore that! There's nothing quite like a good strange tale on a dark night!

You are correct. How have you been? It has been quite a while since I have seen you.

*snuffles curiously at the books*

*Blinking she looked up to nearly bump noses with the wolf*

If you bite it, I beat your pelt into a 'black, white, and blue all over' joke with it.

*eyes widen and he sits down with a thump, fur prickly with the reprimand*

Weren't biting.

*She muses propping her chin top the book at rest on her knees with a wisp of a smile playing on her lips*

So long as we understand one another, pup... You're more than welcome to sniff around and paw through a book.

*lies down, resting his chin on his paws*

They smell like paper and old. What are they?

*Smiles*

They are hopes and dreams of those who were, are, and shall be again...

Oooooo. *nudges them again, much gentler* Where did you get them?

An acquaintance. *She again smiles, putting a finger to her lips and winks* And with luck, he shall not know they are gone until I have finished reading them fully.

*puppyish sort of smile, accompanied by a soft whine* I won't tell!

*Delighted, she grins* Then we have a conspiracy of the grandest sort.

*Then she points towards a heavy red leather-bound book*

I believe there's a tale about your kith and kin in that tome there...

We have? *bounces lightly on his paws, then glances at the book* My who and what? *pads over and gently noses it*

*Nods* We have.

You're a werewolf, aren't you?

*eyes widen and his head and ears go down* ...not supposed to know. Not supposed to tell. Uh-oh. Troubletroubletrouble. *whines*

Do calm yourself. I'm hardly human for I too am a fellow shapeshifter, my dear worried wolf. As I said, a conspiracy of the grandest sort.

*ears prick up* You are? *gives her a polite, careful sniff* Oh. So Mother won't be cross with me?

That I am, and I should hope she would not be cross with you!

I'm hardly a wolf, but I am in the family. I am a kitsune, a fox, youngling. But as paws and maws aren't condusive to turning pages, I am the woman you now see before you.

A fox? Oooo, I like those! Do you know chase? It's my favorite. I'm not always like this, but Mother says nevernevernever change around others, else silver and flame!

What is condusive?

You do? You don't like to chew on them do you?
So long as there's no playing with teeth, then sure, I know chase. Can't say it's my most favorite of all games....

Sadly, your mother is right, young one, and you should always listen to things your mother has told you. In this day and age, humans are far too dangerous to toys for you to play with.

Umm, it means "effective."

Nonono, play! Play and run and howl at the big silver moon! It's good silver, it doesn't make my fur prickly and my eyes sting.

Ohhh, yesyes, because all the other puppies burned, she said, in a bigbigbig fire. *looks mournful* They would've been brothers and sisters, but they're not.

*walks over to her, peering at what she is reading*

interesting.

*Flashes a coy but impish grin*

As interesting as a half naked god interested in my reading material? Probably not...