Down and out, and out of luck, we're spinning but the needle's stuck
She waited as he considered, wound tight as a spring coil until he finally nodded. Her face lit up with a tentative smile, and Maea nodded in return. Hastily, before giving herself time to think it through too carefully. Before regret and second guessing would make her back out.
"Sure. The Atheneum, maybe? I'm there often enough anyway." How she had managed to miss him every time she couldn't say. Perhaps it was due to the tendency to simply vanish as soon as she heard footsteps down the isles... Possibly he had noticed the strewn about books and open scrolls littering tables, more than she ever considered who must be cleaning them up between her visits.
A gust of wind rattled the windows, and the patter of rain against glass panes made her look over. The weather clearly took a turn for the worse. The walls of the store crept in on her, the space confining until she felt she could hardly breathe. Not that she could actually suffocate, but... that was not the point.
"See you in a few days." Then she activated her upgrade and was gone, in a rush of shifting air that set the pages of Sam's unfinished work flipping over on themselves. Elusive as a ghost.
{Fin}
"Sure. The Atheneum, maybe? I'm there often enough anyway." How she had managed to miss him every time she couldn't say. Perhaps it was due to the tendency to simply vanish as soon as she heard footsteps down the isles... Possibly he had noticed the strewn about books and open scrolls littering tables, more than she ever considered who must be cleaning them up between her visits.
A gust of wind rattled the windows, and the patter of rain against glass panes made her look over. The weather clearly took a turn for the worse. The walls of the store crept in on her, the space confining until she felt she could hardly breathe. Not that she could actually suffocate, but... that was not the point.
"See you in a few days." Then she activated her upgrade and was gone, in a rush of shifting air that set the pages of Sam's unfinished work flipping over on themselves. Elusive as a ghost.
{Fin}
Maea
