Post by Zinnia on Aug 10, 2013 21:29:01 GMT -6
"Thank you so much!"
Zinnia flashed the librarian her brightest smile, stumbling a bit under the weight of the books in her arms as she walked away, humming a pleasant tune under her breathe.
I can't wait to read all of these, She marveled, grey eyes sparkling with excitement as she plunked the stack of books onto a corner of a nicely-sized table in a small alcove near the back of the library. The table sat beneath a large window, moonlight streaming through, giving the surrounding area a cool glow.
Zinnia wore her most comfortable night-dress, a pale blue gown of thick silk that hit at her knees, an over-sized white wool sweater layered over it. Her humming grew louder as she situated herself in a chair with her back to the window, legs crossing daintily at the bony ankles that poked out from her cloth slippers.
She rarely slept on the night before the first day of classes, too filled with energy and excitement to allow her brain to fade into sleep. And so, it had become a bit of a ritual, each year, that she get into her night clothes and read accounts of the history of great healers, until she finally felt herself beginning to doze.
The year before, Achille had accompanied her, but she recalled him saying something about being tired from training before the ball.
"His loss," She mumbled, carefully opening one of the thick texts laying before her. She traced her thin fingers over the first page, movements reverent, as though it were the only copy of the holiest knowledge. And, to Zinnia, it may as well have been.
The accounts of the great Knights of Atlantis lead her in her path as a child of the Fifth Petal, chastising her volatile joy and urging her towards calm thoughts.
Letting her shoulders dip forward slightly, head bowing to better read the tiny letters, Zinnia licked her chapped lips and began to read.
Zinnia flashed the librarian her brightest smile, stumbling a bit under the weight of the books in her arms as she walked away, humming a pleasant tune under her breathe.
I can't wait to read all of these, She marveled, grey eyes sparkling with excitement as she plunked the stack of books onto a corner of a nicely-sized table in a small alcove near the back of the library. The table sat beneath a large window, moonlight streaming through, giving the surrounding area a cool glow.
Zinnia wore her most comfortable night-dress, a pale blue gown of thick silk that hit at her knees, an over-sized white wool sweater layered over it. Her humming grew louder as she situated herself in a chair with her back to the window, legs crossing daintily at the bony ankles that poked out from her cloth slippers.
She rarely slept on the night before the first day of classes, too filled with energy and excitement to allow her brain to fade into sleep. And so, it had become a bit of a ritual, each year, that she get into her night clothes and read accounts of the history of great healers, until she finally felt herself beginning to doze.
The year before, Achille had accompanied her, but she recalled him saying something about being tired from training before the ball.
"His loss," She mumbled, carefully opening one of the thick texts laying before her. She traced her thin fingers over the first page, movements reverent, as though it were the only copy of the holiest knowledge. And, to Zinnia, it may as well have been.
The accounts of the great Knights of Atlantis lead her in her path as a child of the Fifth Petal, chastising her volatile joy and urging her towards calm thoughts.
Letting her shoulders dip forward slightly, head bowing to better read the tiny letters, Zinnia licked her chapped lips and began to read.