it's just a spark, but it's enough to keep me going
Sohalia wasn't sure how long she stood among the books, peering at the pages, running her finger along the interesting passages. At some point, her neck began to ache with the weight of her bowed head, and she straightened, stretching her neck from side to side to loosen it. Perhaps it would be better if she were to sit and read, and so she did just that: she settled gracefully upon her floor, her skirts gathered around her ankles, and returned to her reading in a much more comfortable position.
And it was in that position that the maned wolf found her: leaning against a bookcase, her legs tucked beneath her, a thick tome of history in her lap. She mightn't have noticed the wolf at all were it not for the whisper of paws on the dusty floors, but her head shot up and she stared, momentarily uncomprehending, at the creature before her. After a moment, however, she realized she was being rude, and she returned to her book. If the wolf needed help, it could ask her; otherwise, she would simply let it be.
And it was in that position that the maned wolf found her: leaning against a bookcase, her legs tucked beneath her, a thick tome of history in her lap. She mightn't have noticed the wolf at all were it not for the whisper of paws on the dusty floors, but her head shot up and she stared, momentarily uncomprehending, at the creature before her. After a moment, however, she realized she was being rude, and she returned to her book. If the wolf needed help, it could ask her; otherwise, she would simply let it be.
and when it's dark out, no one's around; it keeps glowing
SohaLia
