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Not something I could go all that much detail into other than it's important to me and me only really . That I think Annie would have an overwhelming love for the book Vuk by István Fekete , maybe to a point where she would consider it her very favorite . It's a mandatory hungarian school read in hungary , but she would get into reading it at a young age despite that , especially given that Antos was only ever lenient about one thing really , and it's literature of almost any kind , a very general thing for being "well versed" in books . It's a touching read and she'd just be very fond of it's story & setting all around . Fekete also has a handful of other books that play out in a similar setting , focused on the life of a particular species of animals and their behavior towards others , all in all his books have a very 'man plans nature goes on' tone that I just think she'd very fond of .
Additionally , said books also use a specific way in which animals refer to each other , basically a species calling another their own terms entirely & in their own language so to speak -- for example Cats are referred to as Nyaú or Paták used for horses . It's endearing in a way where she'd probably grow a habit of calling said animals by these given names at a younger age - & these days she'd still use them sort of just for herself in an affectionate way , bit of self indulgence on her own part . <:)
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PINEGRAVE / PINEGROVE / HELVESTAIN -- SCENERY
D.st fans be frothing at the mouth for wilson bc he is a fucked up lil scientist when wagstaff is literally right there
𝙏𝙔𝙋𝙀𝙎 𝙊𝙁 𝙋𝙀𝙊𝙋𝙇𝙀 : 𝙁𝙇𝙊𝙒𝙀𝙍𝙎.
𝙍𝙊𝙎𝙀𝙎 - true romantic, loving the classics, pricked fingers, perfect makeup done to impress, bruises easily, beloved but unknown, soul as old as time, overused and under-appreciated.
𝘿𝘼𝙄𝙎𝙄𝙀𝙎 - clean linens, youthful naivety, family, wide-open spaces, running barefoot, moving towards instead of away, trying to forget about death, sun blindness.
𝙎𝙐𝙉𝙁𝙇𝙊𝙒𝙀𝙍𝙎 - standing tall, strong roots, a home to always return to, warm summer air, holding onto lost hope, belief in growth, painted overalls, split ends.
𝘽𝙇𝙐𝙀𝘽𝙀𝙇𝙇𝙎 - the end of spring, determination for the truth, cold and cautious, moonlight on windowsills, the taste of ice, unnecessary shyness, quiet belief in the extraordinary, complicated morals.
𝘿𝘼𝙁𝙁𝙊𝘿𝙄𝙇𝙎 - mom friend, sweets, the smell of baking, riverbanks, leaving behind a toxic situation, being happy with your reflection, believing in luck, moving in a pack.
𝙄𝙍𝙄𝙎𝙀𝙎 - sour candies, unappreciated elegance, valor, crystals projecting rainbows on white walls, unintended organization, old royalty, refusal to bow, learning a new language for the fun of it.
𝙇𝙄𝙇𝙄𝙀𝙎 - secret poison, perfect handwriting, crisp consonants, pressed and ironed sheets, open windows, infinite persistence, thick skin, colder hands.
𝙇𝙄𝙇𝘼𝘾 - fleeting and fair, strong but delicate, radiating good vibes, the beauty of falling apart, the joy in being scattered, soft fabrics, whirlwind romance, keeping the door open.
THERE IS ONLY DANCE MUSIC IN TIMES OF WAR
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