With her explorations partially completed and her journal already close to filled with her observations and writings, it is only a matter of time before Nephele finds out there is a library. Already she has convinced herself that she remains out of a desire to record all she can about the Grounds and its people. It's easier to tell herself this remains entirely scientific instead of admitting that she is curious about the individuals she happens across in her travels. Perhaps she has some sort of affliction, a weakness or predilection towards it that her twin had thankfully avoided, something that makes her far too sympathetic towards the Grounders when they have harmed so much of her home already.
The silence of the Atheneum only makes her discordant thoughts louder, but at least the distraction of the books themselves - and their knowledge hidden within - keeps her somewhat distracted. Until someone begins muttering. It's a disruptive sound, one that scratches like jagged nails up her spine, and she can only stand it for so long before she abandons her search and goes fluttering down the aisles to find the source. Obviously the man isn't far considering how his voice had carried, and she hovers at the end of the bookcase with her arms crossed. "If you are in need of finding something, please ask for assistance instead of mumbling about." It's not exactly mean, Nephele is just kind of...like that. Abrupt, abrasive. If it makes the man go quiet, at least she will have succeeded.
The silence of the Atheneum only makes her discordant thoughts louder, but at least the distraction of the books themselves - and their knowledge hidden within - keeps her somewhat distracted. Until someone begins muttering. It's a disruptive sound, one that scratches like jagged nails up her spine, and she can only stand it for so long before she abandons her search and goes fluttering down the aisles to find the source. Obviously the man isn't far considering how his voice had carried, and she hovers at the end of the bookcase with her arms crossed. "If you are in need of finding something, please ask for assistance instead of mumbling about." It's not exactly mean, Nephele is just kind of...like that. Abrupt, abrasive. If it makes the man go quiet, at least she will have succeeded.
Your goodness must have some edge to it -- else it is none
