ignorance was something to never be tolerated. blessed be - if one had to bless anything - the power of knowledge. she would rather die than be idiotic. idiots themselves she could tolerate; if only for a little bit. being an idiot? well, place a bullet in her brain. she was better off dead. though she was not quite ready to lay down and die. Huntington would place her steps forward, curiosity driving her further away from the neutral lands and into court martial areas. she held no light in her eyes as she stepped, ever forward, and wonder would fill her body instead of expression at the site of the library.
perhaps this land was not entirely doomed to idiocy.
they had a place of learning, even if it was in this court alone. she wondered if the native residents visited often or allowed them to be tended in solitary? ah, but inside... she was met with a flurry of activity. small creatures rushed about, tidying things up and placing them in order. librarian assistants. how quaint. the woman would wordlessly step forward in the 'lobby', eyes trained to the scrolls littering the area. where to start, what to read first... she had time to do most of this. if she sat down and did not move for years, she could finish at least sixty percent of this collection.
though that was by mortal standards, taking into account her own lack of immortality. t'was just something else to accomplish. she wondered briefly if this land had immortals. Huntington would approach a table, eyes lingering upon the text the scroll provided before turning away. she barely registered if another approached her. she was lost in her own thoughts now.
ooc; anyone welcome!
perhaps this land was not entirely doomed to idiocy.
they had a place of learning, even if it was in this court alone. she wondered if the native residents visited often or allowed them to be tended in solitary? ah, but inside... she was met with a flurry of activity. small creatures rushed about, tidying things up and placing them in order. librarian assistants. how quaint. the woman would wordlessly step forward in the 'lobby', eyes trained to the scrolls littering the area. where to start, what to read first... she had time to do most of this. if she sat down and did not move for years, she could finish at least sixty percent of this collection.
though that was by mortal standards, taking into account her own lack of immortality. t'was just something else to accomplish. she wondered briefly if this land had immortals. Huntington would approach a table, eyes lingering upon the text the scroll provided before turning away. she barely registered if another approached her. she was lost in her own thoughts now.
ooc; anyone welcome!
