↞ Meira ↠
The day was fresh, crisp, new. Dawn was rising, casting the shadows of night away. Before her rises the familiar form of the library. It beckons all scholars and seekers of knowledge into its halls. It is warm and cozy for those who have an affinity for the written word. An affinity she knows she will never have. Meira is not gentle, nor kind, nor remarkably intelligent. It has never been the case that she has ever been the brightest light in the room. Nor has she ever been the brightest light in someone's life. The thought makes her stomach churn and her tongue taste of iron and rot. The ripples of earthen tides warmed and flickered beneath the sunlight filtering through the edges of the rooftops. The sun was slowly spreading itself through the streets of Delumine, it was in no rush. The sun would not hurry itself for anyone, it was an enigma. The sun was both selfish and selfless in so many ways. Meira does not understand the sun any more than she understands Solis, though her faith in both does not wane. Both are the reason she has come here this early morning, to learn about the ancient gods the bard sang of. She wonders if the four deities always were.
She wonders if they are the same ancient gods who chose to abandon their past and start the world anew. It reminds her of how she arrived in Delumine. Dust, wax, and silence present themselves to her senses as she breaches the great doors. They spill her form into the sweeping halls. Each step she takes is a foreign one. Meira is not known for her interest in the written word, though there are times where the history of the world intrigues her. She is not studious, for she is far too impatient for that. The answers she seeks are often not the ones that present themselves easily. It is a wonder she tries at all given her nature. Her azure gaze sweeps across the books lovingly placed on their shelves. Meira does not know where to start to find the answers she seeks. Frustration creeps beneath the surface of her sea, an ugly monster she is far too familiar with. It is almost enough to make her turn and abandon the mission entirely. It is the knowledge that her dissatisfaction with the unknown will only grow and force her to return that keeps her here. Meira sighs as she begins to wander the aisles of books aimlessly. It is so early that only a few bodies have swarmed hidden areas of the library. It is a far cry from Solterra. Dust stains the air, not sand. The way the books here are loved too is different. Solterra is built for soldiers, Delumine is built for scholars. Meira once again is starkly aware of how many things make her stand out when compared to a native of Delumine.
Her limbs cease their movement at the thought. It drains her determination, it saps her until she feels she is a hollow shell. Meira wants nothing more than for the books to turn into a sea so that she can crawl into them and return home.
@Pravda
Let me know if this works for you! <3
She wonders if they are the same ancient gods who chose to abandon their past and start the world anew. It reminds her of how she arrived in Delumine. Dust, wax, and silence present themselves to her senses as she breaches the great doors. They spill her form into the sweeping halls. Each step she takes is a foreign one. Meira is not known for her interest in the written word, though there are times where the history of the world intrigues her. She is not studious, for she is far too impatient for that. The answers she seeks are often not the ones that present themselves easily. It is a wonder she tries at all given her nature. Her azure gaze sweeps across the books lovingly placed on their shelves. Meira does not know where to start to find the answers she seeks. Frustration creeps beneath the surface of her sea, an ugly monster she is far too familiar with. It is almost enough to make her turn and abandon the mission entirely. It is the knowledge that her dissatisfaction with the unknown will only grow and force her to return that keeps her here. Meira sighs as she begins to wander the aisles of books aimlessly. It is so early that only a few bodies have swarmed hidden areas of the library. It is a far cry from Solterra. Dust stains the air, not sand. The way the books here are loved too is different. Solterra is built for soldiers, Delumine is built for scholars. Meira once again is starkly aware of how many things make her stand out when compared to a native of Delumine.
Her limbs cease their movement at the thought. It drains her determination, it saps her until she feels she is a hollow shell. Meira wants nothing more than for the books to turn into a sea so that she can crawl into them and return home.
@Pravda
Let me know if this works for you! <3
