it's just a spark, but it's enough to keep me going
The Undercroft was incredible.
Sohalia could stay among the stacks of books and tomes forever, and she would die a happy woman. It was with a child-like glee that she explored, picking books seemingly at random from the shelves to flip through, and then placing them carefully, reverently, back where she found them. Sometimes, she would find something interesting in a particular passage, and then she would stand in the aisle, her eyes skimming through words hungrily, her lips moving silently in time with her reading, oblivious to the world around her for a few blissful moments.
She had been wandering for a few weeks, having left home not long before, and this was her favorite place so far. She'd never seen anything like it.
She stayed in the upper levels of the library, where things were warm and dry, finding the lower, submerged levels too sad to contemplate. All that knowledge, ruined and lost. Even if some of it remained on the walls, in the rocks, among the algae - there was so much more that would never be recovered.
She found a section on the history of Caido and made a selection that looked interesting. And there she stood, flipping through the pages to read interesting passages, her head bowed as her graceful fingers ran across the pages.
Sohalia could stay among the stacks of books and tomes forever, and she would die a happy woman. It was with a child-like glee that she explored, picking books seemingly at random from the shelves to flip through, and then placing them carefully, reverently, back where she found them. Sometimes, she would find something interesting in a particular passage, and then she would stand in the aisle, her eyes skimming through words hungrily, her lips moving silently in time with her reading, oblivious to the world around her for a few blissful moments.
She had been wandering for a few weeks, having left home not long before, and this was her favorite place so far. She'd never seen anything like it.
She stayed in the upper levels of the library, where things were warm and dry, finding the lower, submerged levels too sad to contemplate. All that knowledge, ruined and lost. Even if some of it remained on the walls, in the rocks, among the algae - there was so much more that would never be recovered.
She found a section on the history of Caido and made a selection that looked interesting. And there she stood, flipping through the pages to read interesting passages, her head bowed as her graceful fingers ran across the pages.
and when it's dark out, no one's around; it keeps glowing
SohaLia
