<div class="floatright">(http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSBadCQB7tH7yfWujsxz9qb8Xj3tkLgrm9Yg9Qp1SZLAqk7KOv3&amp;t=1)<strong><br/>Sara (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=150938.msg6869979#msg6869979)</strong><br/><strong>Location:</strong> On Dom's bus<br/><strong>Summary:</strong> Getting literary<br/><strong>Tagged: </strong> Dom<br/><hr/></div><br/><em>Oh come on</em>. Sara lamented inwardly, upon having her eyes assaulted with a blood-boiling imagery of wet, rippling abdominals that would remain seared into her retina indefinitely. Fortunately her jaw was otherwise occupied by keeping the books in place , sparing it from gaping open. "<strong>Don't tempt me</strong>." The muffled response came reflexively, and she regretted it as quick as it had tumbled past her lips. She wasn't engaging in friendly debate with Steve or giving Noah a hard time. No. She was one misstep away from having more then a few teeth knocked loose.<br/><br/>She dropped the books just inside the door, steadying the teetering column by pressing it against a wall. The tightly rolled maps were propped up alongside it. While keeping her eyes occupied on the texts, she selected a sand-worn blue paper back from the top.<br/><br/>Thumbing the edge of the book, she chanced a glance in Dom's direction. She didn't know the full state of his literacy, but she'd come to glimpse enough in their travels together that it likely wasn't enough to guide him through more then a deciphering his way through faded food labels at market. This left him wholly reliant on the opinions and ideas of others with whom he spoke, and she dreaded to think what ideas had managed to reach him as such.<br/><br/>"<strong>Have you ever heard of The Mandate of Heaven?</strong>" She asked cautiously.