Archived talk:Oliver Myung/@comment-5245301-20140928151907/@comment-26208390-20140929214812

Oliver yung hurried from the cabin and flew down the steps with armloads of scrolls built so high that it hindered his view. He twisted his foot on the step just as someone called his name and cursed under his breath and he tumbled to the ground, rolling right under the feet of Nikita. The boy awkwardly looked up at him and offered a shy smile.