Post by Deleted on Jun 30, 2017 1:52:30 GMT
Pull yourself together, girl
& have a little fun
& have a little fun
Adaline knew the ins and outs of the city well, but only recently starting visiting the massive and ancient library. She had Ceridwen to blame for that. Her familiar was incessant that she read more- though usually by the time she started rattling of reasons and suggestions, Ada had already tuned out. Today, however, she’d earned a sharp peck that left her arm stinging and a stern look from the bird. No excuses to get her out of it now.
The witch’s footsteps echoed in the arched corridors as she walked, her right arm outstretched so the condor could perch comfortably on her shoulder. The stone wall, though solid and still at the moment, seemed to thrum with hidden energy. Ada couldn’t tell if that was typical or responding to her- or another’s- presence, but it was enough to make her pause and turn towards the bookcases.
She squinted at the titles that were wedged into the shelves, her fingers brushing the spines gently. Precarious stacks of books littered the narrow passage’s floor, and she stepped around them with quiet, precise footsteps. There were a few new titles here and there, but many of the books were old, their covers fading and worn from frequent use.
What exactly did you have in mind?
Something that’s a bit on the challenging side for you, but not unmanageable.
With a few powerful strokes of her wings, Ceridwen alighted on the topmost shelves far above the witch’s head to survey a few books herself. Ada peered further down the narrow passage. The shelves were uncomfortably long, and yet filled to the brim; books still lay in heaps and piles on the floor. Isn’t there enough space for all of them, she wondered, or are these just extra copies?
Here, try this one.
Adaline barely had time to look up before Ceridwen pried a book from the shelf, sending it falling towards the witch at an alarming rate. She scrambled to grab it before it could hit the floor, nearly knocking over yet another stack in the process.
A little warning would be nice!
You caught it, didn’t you? The condor snapped, preening one of her primary feathers dismissively. Ada frowned but glanced down at the title in her hands. The Tree of Time. A fantasy book- just her type, even if it was written for witches younger than her. She was intrigued by the green and gold color, and gingerly opened it, careful of the already-cracking spine. Dark lettering covered the pages, and she found herself immediately drawn in by the story’s description of an archaic myth. Adaline sank to the floor to sit cross-legged, her dark eyes never leaving the page. Focusing on the words was difficult, but she found mouthing them silently made it a little easier to understand.
notes; Ada's first IC post!and my first roleplay post in like years
The witch’s footsteps echoed in the arched corridors as she walked, her right arm outstretched so the condor could perch comfortably on her shoulder. The stone wall, though solid and still at the moment, seemed to thrum with hidden energy. Ada couldn’t tell if that was typical or responding to her- or another’s- presence, but it was enough to make her pause and turn towards the bookcases.
She squinted at the titles that were wedged into the shelves, her fingers brushing the spines gently. Precarious stacks of books littered the narrow passage’s floor, and she stepped around them with quiet, precise footsteps. There were a few new titles here and there, but many of the books were old, their covers fading and worn from frequent use.
What exactly did you have in mind?
Something that’s a bit on the challenging side for you, but not unmanageable.
With a few powerful strokes of her wings, Ceridwen alighted on the topmost shelves far above the witch’s head to survey a few books herself. Ada peered further down the narrow passage. The shelves were uncomfortably long, and yet filled to the brim; books still lay in heaps and piles on the floor. Isn’t there enough space for all of them, she wondered, or are these just extra copies?
Here, try this one.
Adaline barely had time to look up before Ceridwen pried a book from the shelf, sending it falling towards the witch at an alarming rate. She scrambled to grab it before it could hit the floor, nearly knocking over yet another stack in the process.
A little warning would be nice!
You caught it, didn’t you? The condor snapped, preening one of her primary feathers dismissively. Ada frowned but glanced down at the title in her hands. The Tree of Time. A fantasy book- just her type, even if it was written for witches younger than her. She was intrigued by the green and gold color, and gingerly opened it, careful of the already-cracking spine. Dark lettering covered the pages, and she found herself immediately drawn in by the story’s description of an archaic myth. Adaline sank to the floor to sit cross-legged, her dark eyes never leaving the page. Focusing on the words was difficult, but she found mouthing them silently made it a little easier to understand.
notes; Ada's first IC post!
