If words had wings... {Morgana}
Sept 27, 2011 18:44:56 GMT -5
Post by Delphin on Sept 27, 2011 18:44:56 GMT -5
If words had wings,
we'd write to the stars,
and we'd never come back.
The library wasn't the greatest place in District 8. In fact, it was uncommonly shabby. Located in a small building, just west of the District school, it lay just on the cusp of town and seam. The paint was beginning to peal, and the landscaping on either side of the entrance might as well have been stone. Striding up the front step, Delphinium flicked open the door, stepping inside before the breeze could slam it shut.
Delphinium came often enough anyway, despite how drab it may be.
Indoors, the quality wasn't much better. A dozen shelves of books lined the walls, and a wooden table with use-worn chairs claimed the center of the room. As expected, most of the book consisted of weaving, and thread, and cotton, and dying, and clothes (District 8 things. They didn't really need to learn anything else, right? What a Capitol idea.) The large volumes on Pamen history stocked up their own shelf, right next to the biographies for every president of Panem thus far.
Most of the books were seldom used as it was, but there was one wall that was never touched. Every year, another book was placed on the shelf. The book dedicated to that years games, colored pictures and all. A thin layer of dust lay on the books, none of the spines even cracked. It was a shame. What a waste of perfectly good words.
Gliding past the Games Books, Delphinium scouted the shelves for anything worth reading. The librarian had already cast her a look as she walked in. No new books, what a surprise.
Rubbing her nose, Del leaned lightly against the shelf, glancing around the nearly always empty building. A puff of breath stirred the hair that had fallen out of its braid, toying with the ends of her hair with her fingers. In the light filtering through the window, her hair looked uncommonly golden. Blue eyes studied it, and the gold sheen disappeared with the sun drifting behind a couple clouds. On default, Del removed the encyclopedia on plant life in Panem. Taking a seat, and leaning against the shelf cross legged and expertly flicking through the pages, she quickly found what she was looking for. Flowering plants; D; Delphinium; common name: Larkspur. She lazily skimmed the article, twirling the end of her braid in her fingers.
A twitch passed over her face and her fingers froze as a particularly gusty blow of wind knocked into the side of the library. She could feel the walls shake under the force, rattled, but standing strong. Buildings were built to stand the wind, anyway. That fact didn't make her feel any better. Doing her best to ignore something completely out of her control, she resumed reading, twirling the end of her braid in her fingers again, perhaps at a faster pace.
Word count: 485
we'd write to the stars,
and we'd never come back.
The library wasn't the greatest place in District 8. In fact, it was uncommonly shabby. Located in a small building, just west of the District school, it lay just on the cusp of town and seam. The paint was beginning to peal, and the landscaping on either side of the entrance might as well have been stone. Striding up the front step, Delphinium flicked open the door, stepping inside before the breeze could slam it shut.
Delphinium came often enough anyway, despite how drab it may be.
Indoors, the quality wasn't much better. A dozen shelves of books lined the walls, and a wooden table with use-worn chairs claimed the center of the room. As expected, most of the book consisted of weaving, and thread, and cotton, and dying, and clothes (District 8 things. They didn't really need to learn anything else, right? What a Capitol idea.) The large volumes on Pamen history stocked up their own shelf, right next to the biographies for every president of Panem thus far.
Most of the books were seldom used as it was, but there was one wall that was never touched. Every year, another book was placed on the shelf. The book dedicated to that years games, colored pictures and all. A thin layer of dust lay on the books, none of the spines even cracked. It was a shame. What a waste of perfectly good words.
Gliding past the Games Books, Delphinium scouted the shelves for anything worth reading. The librarian had already cast her a look as she walked in. No new books, what a surprise.
Rubbing her nose, Del leaned lightly against the shelf, glancing around the nearly always empty building. A puff of breath stirred the hair that had fallen out of its braid, toying with the ends of her hair with her fingers. In the light filtering through the window, her hair looked uncommonly golden. Blue eyes studied it, and the gold sheen disappeared with the sun drifting behind a couple clouds. On default, Del removed the encyclopedia on plant life in Panem. Taking a seat, and leaning against the shelf cross legged and expertly flicking through the pages, she quickly found what she was looking for. Flowering plants; D; Delphinium; common name: Larkspur. She lazily skimmed the article, twirling the end of her braid in her fingers.
A twitch passed over her face and her fingers froze as a particularly gusty blow of wind knocked into the side of the library. She could feel the walls shake under the force, rattled, but standing strong. Buildings were built to stand the wind, anyway. That fact didn't make her feel any better. Doing her best to ignore something completely out of her control, she resumed reading, twirling the end of her braid in her fingers again, perhaps at a faster pace.
Word count: 485
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