gilligan's eyes

It has been an age since Isla set foot in the Atheneum. The place both has and hasn't changed, and although her sense of smell is only a fraction of what it used to be, she swears she can scent the old parchment, the deep wells of stone, the hidden passages. Her footsteps are soft and near silent as she meanders through the place, wondering who takes care of it now. Since the Loreseekers are no more, and there has never really been a librarian... what will happen to all of this knowledge? Losing herself in the shelves, Isla runs her fingers along volumes that she still only half understands, her eyes flickering over the titles as if she might find something that could offer further insight to the clinic. It's all well and good to be a medic, but if she were to go again, she'd hate to see the clinic fall into disrepair for a second time. ISLA pray for me pray to me