Rhiannon
Poor Lena was not, in fact, bad company - Rhiannon was. Uninterested in much more than to hunt down a flower and bring it home - or more than one, if she could manage it - she was not particularly keen on conversation. Still, she noticed that Lena was trying to keep their search lighthearted, and in appreciation of that effort, she said, "I've never seen your Collegium or Archive. What's it like?" At least that way, the poor woman had an excuse to keep talking, since Rhiannon had asked.
Leaving the abominable snowball behind at a table, Rhiannon meandered down pathways lined with books. Where she might have expected straight passages like in any other library, these routes meandered through root systems that were so ancient they felt like stone. It did, as Lena said, have its own charm and appeal.
Leaving the abominable snowball behind at a table, Rhiannon meandered down pathways lined with books. Where she might have expected straight passages like in any other library, these routes meandered through root systems that were so ancient they felt like stone. It did, as Lena said, have its own charm and appeal.
No one likes a mad woman
What a shame she went mad
What a shame she went mad
