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[color=00F8FE]Time: 3:00 pm  
Location: Sorian Library
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Callum’s first thought when he entered Sorian’s public library was that it was too bright. Too much sunlight filled the space, and it was going to harm the books. It also smelled more like cleaner than it did books and now the library felt less like a library and just like another place he didn’t quite belong. He didn’t get it, dark, dusty, and smelling like old books seemed like the already perfect atmosphere for a poetry reading but apparently, that was not a universal opinion. 

Cal added his list to the names of those willing to stand up on a stage and speak. He wondered if this was the wrong move, and tried to imagine a scenario where his reading some terrible poetry could possibly wind up going wrong. All he could come up with was that he should do this, show whoever was here, as much of Sorian as he could, that he was not some grand descendant of a line chosen by the gods for the perfection of their souls. No Danrose belonged up on a pedestal, least of all him. 

So he felt good about the idea of him getting up on a stage and embarrassing himself, almost like he had with the onion, but at least this would be more fun. Cal took a seat, with a cup of coffee in hand, on one of the floor cushions. The coffee was fine, or as good as it could be without a couple of pours of whiskey added to it, but the library seemed to think that only cream and sugar were appropriate for coffee and tea. The lack of alcohol didn’t stifle any of his enthusiasm for Vincent’s reading and Cal snapped in appreciation of the man’s words and sentiment along with the rest of the crowd. [/color]