Ingram eagerly pulls out a book from the lower shelf and places it on the floor in front of him.
"The World and the Seven Races" is written in Saxinn, the common language of the humans, on the leather cover of the book. Ingram picked up the language's characters from his father who brings him to the study to read the collection of books out loud for him, which would always lead to him being scolded by Ruth and Hilda for bringing a baby in such a messy and dusty room.
Fen would always still sneak little Ingram every now and then to read and show him his collection despite the scolding he would get if he was caught, since he always found it cute and amusing how a one year old would seem to understand and show interest in what he was reading. little did they know Ingram was able to remember everything and quickly learn about his surroundings ever since he was born. Though his body is still that of an infant, which means he can't speak and move properly, his consciousness quickly developed years older than his actual age.
(This is the book father told me he was going to read to me next, but since father left suddenly and told me to wait here and he's taking toooo long to return.. sooo i'll go ahead and read it myself. hehehe)
Ingram said in is head while happily trying to open the book with his little hands.
On the first page he saw a detailed illustration of a tree inside a globe surrounded by patterns of lines and curves, and on the bottom of the globe he read "Talmahin", then continued to flip the page. The following page contained a map of the world and is furthered by pages that describe the lands.
"7 continents divide Talmahin. The largest is located at the heart of the world and is known as Henvid the Ancient Land. To it's east is the Wildlands, Gylt and bellow the two continents is Daender or the Land Underneath. Across the Seas to the north of Henvid and Gylt is the Land of the Fae, the continent of Twylyth. On the other side of the world to the south lies the Continent of Cythraul, The land of Demons. Lastly, at the west of Henvid on an island mass, separated by north and south respectively, are the continents of Fvin the Frontier and Caergybi the Holy Land."
While looking at the illustrations of the continents within the book Ingram's eyes seem to glisten in excitement and curiosity. But Before he could turn another page his father suddenly enters the room and starts to panics after seeing the child on the floor.
/Oh no! What are you doing there little one?!/
his dad exclaims while picking him up.
(You left me here old man! - but more importantly the book!)
Ingram says in his head while reaching out his little arms towards the book.
/Oho.. could it be my son is a genius and he's been reading the book while i was away?!/
Fen says as he nuzzles against Ingram's slightly surprised face.
/Nope! of course not! that's impossible to know at this age HAHAHA/
The child looks at him with an "are you kidding me?" kind of look.
Fen didn't seem to notice the expression his child was making towards him. He picks up the book and moves to his desk. Then places Ingram on his lap and positions the book on the desk opening the book.
/Let's pick up where you left off little Ingram hehe.../
Fen amusing himself with a continuation of his previous statement.
(This old man...)
Still slightly annoyed by his father, he thought to himself.
As soon as Fen flips to the next page Ingram's annoyance quickly fades when he reads "The Seven Races" written on the page surrounded by decorative illustrations.
/There are seven races that live in Talmahin. They are beings that hold intelligence and built civilizations and cultures, and this is what separates us from animals and monsters./
He says to his son.
/guhh../
An attempt by Ingram in saying go on. Which caught Fen off guard
/So adorablee!/
He says while nuzzling against Ingram
/guhhhh!!/
Ingram, annoyed, pushes away his father's head away from him.
/hahahaha alright alright... ehem... So first in the book we have the Cryn/
He points at an illustration of beautiful and handsome long eared people within a green and snowy forest.
/They're quite proud but are kind towards those who show respect towards them and nature. Next are the Tir, small and stout people who live underneath mountains and hills. Many of them are masters at craftsmanship. The Hanifyl is the race closes to us humans they look like us but have certain features that resemble that of animals and the Draig are the same but have scales and tails similar to that of dragons./
Ingram listens attentively towards his father while looking at the illustrations shown in the book.
/The Isbrid or Faefolk are the ones that don't have any illustrations because they are more corporeal in nature, which means they don't have a physical body. Though they are able to take on the shape and appearance of anything they want. Then we have the Gythraul who also don't have an illustration, due to this race no longer existing. As all of them were whipped out in the great war long ago. The dungeons and ruins are whats left of their civilization, they were considered evil because of their close relationship towards monsters and because of that they were driven to extinction by humanity and the other races./
Fen pauses briefly and then continues.
/The most abundant of all races are us the humans. Compared to the others we humans are weak, but what we lack in power and skills we make up for in numbers. This lack of strength is the reason why we humans tend to become too fearful of things we do not understand and use our numbers to get rid of anything that frightens us.../
He says with a sad tone in his voice.
/...but not all humans are like that. Many are kind and compassionate and some are misunderstood and confused. That's why my child you must always be kind towards everyone despite what they say or do. Anyways... next little Ingram let's read about dunge-/
He was interrupted by Ruth and Hilda who abruptly entered the room looking rather mad at him.
/Oh crap...little Ingram help me!/
Fen whispers under his breath, which may as well be his last, while he looks at Ingram.
(haha... good luck father. I'll offer a prayer.)
Ingram thought to himself while looking away from his father.