exitlude

“You’re thinking too much,” Xornoth said, leaning an elbow on his brother’s desk. “What’s up?” “I’m not thinking too much,” Scott said dryly without looking up. “I’m reading. You should try it sometime.” Xornoth raised an eyebrow, flipping through the colorful open pages and ignoring the baleful glare the action drew. “Because an old wives’ tale we’ve heard a hundred times really demands that much attention? Going to uncover some new, never-before-seen secrets from the pages of the Clash of the Great Stags, are you?” (Scott's been weird lately. His brother is determined to figure out why.)