Since her failure to enlist in the Army, Sheik had enrolled the College of Eòlas. She wasn't sure what she would study once she got all the general classes finished but at least she was enjoying her time here so far. Everyone was nice and the atmosphere was calmer than she imagined the barracks would be. Her day didn't start with nerve wracking anxiety on whether or not she would do well in a spar or obstacle course. She just went about her day, learning as much as she could, and readying herself for class work and tests. It came to her easily and she felt this was where she was meant to be.
Not every Tiamat was a soldier these days so she didn't feel beholden to such status. It was relieving, in a way, but she just hoped mostly that she wasn't letting her parents down. Her father seemed very pleased to have her at the school with him, though she was not taking any classes with him and probably for good reason. She didn't want to be known in the school as his kid, she wanted to be known for her own things. As she walked into the quiet library she thought about what she'd even become known for outside of her lineage. She also absently wondered if she'd run into Lyra while she was here or if her kin had decided to join the Army after her mother passed and no longer had the power to dictate where she spent her time. Sheik shook her head as she settled amongst some old books and got to work. She didn't need to be thinking of her family right now, she needed to study. It wouldn't be long before her next test. So she stuck her nose in a book and got to work. |
D As he entered the library, he looked around to see that barely any had lifted their noses from the pages of the script in front of them. He gave a nod to the librarian, and she, in turn, scolded him with her eyes in silence. She already knew his track record for following the rules of the library. He sauntered in as the door closed behind him. He walked by rows of books, until he finally found a section he enjoyed. Fiction. He found a female, looking over some rather dusty old books. She was a student, he knew that from how young she looked, and he smiled at her as he moved to her side and looked over the dusty old books as well. "Looking for a specific book? Or just browsing?" he asked, in non-library rule following volume. The librarian literally shushed him from afar, to which he smiled and winked. "Don't mind her.." he said and turned back to the books. "You know... you can't judge a book by its cover!"
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It wasn't long before she was interrupted in her studies by another. His voice was near-booming as he spoke to her and she jerked upright in surprise, recognizing him quickly as one of her teachers. The librarian shushed him but he payed her no mind as his gaze settled on her. She felt her cheeks flush as she looked around, wondering if it was truly her he was talking to. They were the only ones in the vicinity, everyone else was further away and trying their hardest to ignore them. She swallowed and let her blue eyes shift back to him.
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L He was expected to have the classes read rather famous authors that generations had. But he wanted something alive and riveting. Something to make them think. To make them feel. "What are you studying?" He asked with a mischievous grin. For all he knew, she could have really been studying. Finally a loud "shhhhh" rang in their direction, but Rhysand ignored the grouchy old lady.
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When he told her what he was here for, she blushed beneath her tawny fur. She wasn't aware of any books like that so she was unable to direct him.
The smile on her lips was rather shy as she continued to look at him, then she peered at the librarian and back at her book. |