How Does One Improve? [Szz'yrr + Adelein]
Not so much a seeking-out.
There was a symbol which Szz'yrr had seen once, and only once before in his dreams... it was two years ago, back when he was still a spawn in his cave, and he'd been so frightened of it that he thought nothing of it again.
But here he saw it again - he saw it on the cover of a black book carried in the arms of one chestnut-haired individual in passing said individual on a road stretching from one town to another, and although he had every intention of passing by and making no mention of it, the stranger whispered, somehow, into his ear as if their lips were pressed so finely up against the flesh of his lobe.
'You seek my knowledge...'
Unaware that it was not, in fact, this stranger that had whispered to him, Szz'yrr paused in his tracks and turned to look at the stranger he would soon come to know as Adelein. They seemed unperturbed, like nothing had happened for them, and so Szz'yrr did something he usually never did, was usually fearful to do, and he approached Adelein from behind to settle a boney, vein-y hand on her shoulder.
"Hgwhat?" Szz'yrr asked in that guttural tone of his, "Hgwhy...?"
Why would I seek your knowledge, he wanted yet lacked the basic linguistic skills to ask?
I seek knowledge, but why would I seek yours in particular?
Moreover, "Ghh.... hhhowwww... you.. knowzzzs?" How could you know that? Szz'yrr was certain he'd never met this person before... This very distinctive, very memorable person.
And something else that was noted in his mind - the symbol was gone. Before that black book had been decorated on the face of it with that symbol, but now? A plain black book.
Szz'yrr appeared to be very confused, behind his veil.
