like the holding of hands
like the breaking of glass
like the breaking of glass
S
he walked the long columns of dusty scrolls before she found one of them: the small fox creatures that inhabited the library’s dark halls. “Uhm.. uhm.. Excuse me?” It turned its beady eyes on her, and she continued (though this time more unnerved): “C-Could you help me find a book on Solterran history and culture?” It took off before she had a chance to finish her sentence, navigating the rows of tomes before drawing out one in the many shelves of dust. It dropped it carefully on the floor in front of her before it trotted off and she was left to grasp the scroll with delicate telekinesis.
She buried her nose in the wrinkled pages while she walked:
“Imagine sand.
Imagine endless sand - imagine a land so brilliant gold that it is all you see from horizon to horizon. Imagine the sun --”
She didn't even finish the sentence before she ran headfirst into a warm body while rounding the corner. The scroll was effectively knocked from her grip, and she turned to fetch it before she looked up at her innocent victim, an apology quick on her lips.
"Ohmygosh, I'm so sorry! I wasn't looking where I was going I- Dad?"
@Somnus | "speaks" | notes: i'd say i'm going for quality over quantity but lets be honest here its not that quality
