Ophelia
Ophelia's reading comprehension is not the greatest having grown up on a farm near the barrier, banned from ever leaving without supervision, but they at least know enough to have somewhere to build off of. They are still adjusting to their newly Ascended body, though with a euphoria that none of their prior experiences could ever hope to match. The Atheneum is a perfect choice to hide out in when the sun is highest in the sky. They are careful to remain away from the sun's rays while they are still so new and fragile, but it does not bother them in the slightest. They are free. Free to explore the Grounds and someday, all that lays beyond its borders. Free to learn, to experience. All without pain, or exhaustion, or fear.
It is such a euphoric change that they seem to float as they walk through the Atheneum, plucking tomes from the shelves with thin, spidery fingers. Ghostlike, large blue eyes peacefully surveilling the titles on the weathered spines for that which interests them and which they believe to be as close to their reading level as possible. The stack grows larger in their arms, until eventually they break away to sit on the floor, heedless of the tables and chairs in alcoves and hidden corners. The books are summarily spread around them in a half-circle, unashamed of their blatant strangeness as they lean over their own legs to peer down at the books, long curtain of flaxen hair shielding their peripheral vision.
It is such a euphoric change that they seem to float as they walk through the Atheneum, plucking tomes from the shelves with thin, spidery fingers. Ghostlike, large blue eyes peacefully surveilling the titles on the weathered spines for that which interests them and which they believe to be as close to their reading level as possible. The stack grows larger in their arms, until eventually they break away to sit on the floor, heedless of the tables and chairs in alcoves and hidden corners. The books are summarily spread around them in a half-circle, unashamed of their blatant strangeness as they lean over their own legs to peer down at the books, long curtain of flaxen hair shielding their peripheral vision.
With your naive heart you praise God above
But how's it working for you honey? Do you feel loved?
But how's it working for you honey? Do you feel loved?
