Hawkes looks up that the man expectantly. "Oh... so you're my assistant today? I suppose you will do, though I was hoping for someone with a little more..." The small harengon pauses, frowning in thought "Muscle on them. I guess beggars can't be choosers, come along." The scribe quickly turns with a flourish of his robe-like attire, and waves to Malcom to follow him farther into the library.
"Don't touch anything, by the way. This is a private study of Deneir and these books are a collection and in some cases are very fragile. You can spend your free time in the public wing if you so wish, but for now please keep your hands to yourself unless I tell you otherwise." Hawkes calls over his shoulder as if predicting that Malcom may indeed try to touch the rows of books surrounding them. It takes about a good five minutes, with the small harengon casting glances back at the teacher as he leads him farther into an endless maze of shelves and books.
Eventually, he stops at a desk with candles that are already burning and a pile of paperwork resting by the flickering light. Sitting next to the desk is a crate of dusty old books. "Alright, so here's what I would like you to do. Put on these." He hands Malcom a pair of gloves that are much to big for his own paws, and waits until the teacher puts them on. "Good. Now I'm cataloging the new arrivals we've recently received, I will hand you the books I've finished with and I would like you to put them on this shelf from top to bottom."
Hawkes hops over and slaps his paw against an empty shelf. "Once this crate is empty I will show you were to retrieve the next. We will rinse and repeat until we finish or until dinner I suppose. Though you seem like you can do some good work quickly, so I'm sure we will finish before then." He adjusts his glasses, and seats himself at the desk and pulls out a quill and inkwell.
"Are you ready my good sir? I like to work fast so I do hope you can keep up."
@ NP: He will try his best but he is also like 3' 5" so he often runs into problems. :3c
Admittedly, Hawkes hadn’t been sure about offering his services to the crown prince of Litari, but he was trying to be brave on behalf of his island home… even if he was frightened by the fact that everyone around him was much much taller and bigger than him. He supposes old instincts never truly leave. The harengon visibly startles when Allegro brings up his fright and he grimaces.
“My apologies, your highness, I wasn’t aware I was wearing my emotions on my sleeve. And thank you I think I will take you up on that offer.” Hawkes says, and quickly gets into a free seat with only minimal difficulty getting onto it. The tea was very relaxing and Hawkes’ flighty demeanor fades as he calms down. His ears flicking forwards at Allegro’s question and he hums.
“Somewhat??? It is not where I originally hail from but it is where I currently make my home.” Hawkes takes a sip of his tea once more before setting it down to listen to Allegro speak, leaning onto the table and setting his face in his paw as he things of a response.
“You are mostly correct, though it was through luck and a quite unusual adventure Whalesong is no longer trapped under the sea. Though the land still maintains its closeness to the waters it was once trapped under for a hundred years. I’m sure if it had been possible back then for people to come and go from Whalesong, it would’ve been the spot to visit.” He removes his glasses and rubs at the lenses with his cloak.
“Unfortunately it was meant to be a trap, designed to drag ships to its depths and trap the survivors within it. It stayed that way for about a hundred years before I arrived on the island.” Hawkes seems to pause, before pulling out a red book that would be small in Allegro’s hands but looks rather hefty in the rabbits paws.
“It would be my pleasure to recount to you what has happened in recent history to the island of Whalesong if you would like… I must confess I very much enjoy telling the tale so I bring it up whenever I can.” He laughs but sounds a little embarrassed by his own excitement.
“It began when I woke up in the sands of the island of Whalesong…”