A young boy sat there at a bench in the park. They seemed very to themselves as they held a book in their hands, but something seemed a bit off. They weren’t even looking down at the book in their hands. Instead they seemed to be... gentle grazing their fingers on the pages. [blind-determination]
There was no chance in hell Steel would pass up skipping school that day; the sunshine, the birds, the first scents of flowers blooming in the early spring all blending together in her nostrils…Yes, this was most definitely a very inappropriate day to waste inside a classroom. Of course nor her teachers neither her ‘brothers’ would agree with that decision but their opinions were only valid as long as they were aware of the fact she was skipping- and Steel would make sure they’d never find out, as always.
Being a curious human would often get her knee deep into trouble but the lesson had yet to be learned on that aspect and she never failed to approach things that captured the interest of her single functional eye. Therefore it may have been a matter of happenstance that she spotted the lone stranger occupying one of her favorite park benches but it sure was no coincidence that she chose to climb the tree whose leaves extended right over that bench. They’d cast a small shade that would sway back and forth ever so slightly with the wind and Steel spent some time observing that in complete silence before she decided to approach.
She considered herself stealthier than a cat but of course couldn’t have known that the boy upon the bench may have picked up on her steps due to enhanced senses. Steel hadn’t even noticed the odd way he was feeling up the book until she got close enough -curse her limited vision for that one- but when she did it caused a few more questions to blossom under her braided hair.
Sight of a young human with a book in their hands was rare. Sight of a young human feeling a book with their hands instead of reading it was even rarer -in fact Steel had never happened upon anything like it before. Curiosity got the best of her, of course, and she ended up hovering behind the stranger like the grim reaper and asking in her usual small, raspy voice;
“You tryin’a get a good ‘feel’ of the story or what?”
