Samuel
Recently, Sam had been noticing an influx of bugs in the Atheneum, likely due to the warm Longheat weather beginning to attract them. While he was rather immune to bug bites (his fluid did not attract many of them) he still found them irritating, running over the surface of his pages as he tried to write or buzzing past his face; eventually he'd decided he had to do something.
His home, like many in the domiciles, contained Humming Bats in the attic. Most of the time he was unawares of them, the buzz of their hums quiet enough and their access point in and out of his house being through a hole in the roof (that thankfully, was at an angle to not collect rain). He had climbed up the rickety ladder with some fruit to attract one down, then gently captured it in a sack - not intending to keep it very long, he hoped it would forgive him.
Arriving in the Atheneum in the early evening after a brisk jog over, he stood in the middle of the hall then opened the sack, letting the bat flit out; at first it was confused, swirling about the tables, but soon enough with a hum it found its way up to the domed ceiling; Sam watched it fly up with a smile, wondering if it was worth finding another one to keep it company.
His home, like many in the domiciles, contained Humming Bats in the attic. Most of the time he was unawares of them, the buzz of their hums quiet enough and their access point in and out of his house being through a hole in the roof (that thankfully, was at an angle to not collect rain). He had climbed up the rickety ladder with some fruit to attract one down, then gently captured it in a sack - not intending to keep it very long, he hoped it would forgive him.
Arriving in the Atheneum in the early evening after a brisk jog over, he stood in the middle of the hall then opened the sack, letting the bat flit out; at first it was confused, swirling about the tables, but soon enough with a hum it found its way up to the domed ceiling; Sam watched it fly up with a smile, wondering if it was worth finding another one to keep it company.
Part of being alive is wishing that you weren't sometimes
as your brain forces you to breathe
Base Code by Sky!
