{Ollie} Quiet Contemplation
Dec 10, 2013 6:16:06 GMT -5
Post by Lithre {Articuno} on Dec 10, 2013 6:16:06 GMT -5
Libraries, Lithre found, tended to have a calming air that was ideal for quiet contemplation. There was something soothing about the smell of books and the quiet rustling of pages, and nothing settled the legendary's nerves better than curling up silently with a well-written text. Well, perhaps there were other things that did just as good, or even better, at easing tension, but this was by far the healthiest for all involved.
The cool air hit the dark-haired woman like a wall of water, and she took a moment simply to bask in the sensation. Of course, being a god of ice, she generated cold air all on her own, but it was always pleasant to enter a cooler environment. Yet another reason why she so enjoyed her time at the library - it wasn't as cold as her islands back home in Kanto, but in this hellish region, it was something and that was enough. Besides, judging by her recent past, she needed to make the most of those small things that made life that little bit more bearable. Who knew when she would have the chance to enjoy them again with all that was going on?
Pushing such heavy thoughts aside, Lithre wandered onward, past the counters where books could be borrowed out, and over towards the shelves lined with books. There were a plethora of the things, in all sizes, colours and genres. Her fingers trailed along the spines, some more worn than others, and her grey eyes surveyed the titles on display. She wandered slowly past several, pausing when she reached the section on literary theory. Familiar titles and theories leaped out at her - Marxist, Feminist, Gender, Queer, Thing, Deconstruction, Structuralism, Reader-centered, Author-centered, World-centered, Socio-economic... Those were just a few, and, having already read the majority of the selection, Articuno continued on.
She passed several more shelves before she came to one on travel and geography. The raven-haired woman trudged slowly to the section on Kanto. Her breath caught in her chest for a second as she picked up a tattered, worn book. She had read it many times, and she ran her fingers gently down its spine. Gold lettering proudly spelled out the words "Kanto's Seafoam Islands: A Guide". The words were barely legible, faded as they were, and the author's name had been rubbed away. Hugging the book to her chest, the woman trod lightly to a table in a secluded corner of the building, surrounded by shelves and out of view from the counters at the front.
As soon as she sat, she was immediately lost in the musty pages of the book, eyes softening as they drank in the words and the pictures within. The look on her face was an unusual combination of fondness and longing. Lithre was so absorbed in the book that it was unlikely that she would even notice if war broke out around her in the building.
The cool air hit the dark-haired woman like a wall of water, and she took a moment simply to bask in the sensation. Of course, being a god of ice, she generated cold air all on her own, but it was always pleasant to enter a cooler environment. Yet another reason why she so enjoyed her time at the library - it wasn't as cold as her islands back home in Kanto, but in this hellish region, it was something and that was enough. Besides, judging by her recent past, she needed to make the most of those small things that made life that little bit more bearable. Who knew when she would have the chance to enjoy them again with all that was going on?
Pushing such heavy thoughts aside, Lithre wandered onward, past the counters where books could be borrowed out, and over towards the shelves lined with books. There were a plethora of the things, in all sizes, colours and genres. Her fingers trailed along the spines, some more worn than others, and her grey eyes surveyed the titles on display. She wandered slowly past several, pausing when she reached the section on literary theory. Familiar titles and theories leaped out at her - Marxist, Feminist, Gender, Queer, Thing, Deconstruction, Structuralism, Reader-centered, Author-centered, World-centered, Socio-economic... Those were just a few, and, having already read the majority of the selection, Articuno continued on.
She passed several more shelves before she came to one on travel and geography. The raven-haired woman trudged slowly to the section on Kanto. Her breath caught in her chest for a second as she picked up a tattered, worn book. She had read it many times, and she ran her fingers gently down its spine. Gold lettering proudly spelled out the words "Kanto's Seafoam Islands: A Guide". The words were barely legible, faded as they were, and the author's name had been rubbed away. Hugging the book to her chest, the woman trod lightly to a table in a secluded corner of the building, surrounded by shelves and out of view from the counters at the front.
As soon as she sat, she was immediately lost in the musty pages of the book, eyes softening as they drank in the words and the pictures within. The look on her face was an unusual combination of fondness and longing. Lithre was so absorbed in the book that it was unlikely that she would even notice if war broke out around her in the building.