Persephone Alonna
Sephie
Location: Chasin City, University of Eight, Library
Icy blue eyes widened perceptibly as the soft pad of a finger brushed across the spine of a text that had seen much better days. The supple leather scratched against her skin temptingly, the rare volume tucked between rows and rows of scrolls, data-tapes, book chips, and the occasional hologram. A sharp intake of read as she pulled the item off the shelf with a reverence most reserved for holy relics and sacred documents, the Arkanian’s eyes sparkled with delight, a smile blooming across her face.
Lips moving in time with that quiet, inner voice as she read the title, a small, flush burning across her cheeks, the pink tint of her skin coming to the forefront, curious gazes cast her way by the others scattered amongst the stacks. Sephie hardly had eyes for any save the tome of mystery, romance, heartbreak, and tragedy currently resting in her palm, the book plucked tenderly from the shelf upon which it sat. The story was a familiar one, a handsome, chivalrous warrior enamored with a beautiful, yet untouchable princess, their love destined to burn brightly yet perish in that delicious way that the best of loves do.Although with each telling the names, places, and details changed, it’s soul persisted. And here, now, one of the rare, recorded renditions of the popular romance sat nestled in her hands. The soft leather opened, revealing yet another miracle to the young bookworm…paper. True paper, crisp and pressed against the covers of the book, not the more common Flimsiplast she was accustomed to. A small, delighted sound escaped her throat, the tale clutched against her chest for safe keeping as she returned to her task with renewed vigor.
Arms laden with a precarious pile of data-tapes, flimsis, and a scroll or two, Persephone made way to one of the small reading nooks nestled throughout the great library. She paid little to no attention to those surrounding, strange looks cast her way as she passed, curiosity and suspicion wholly ignored in rapt attention for the wealth of knowledge in her arms. A few research items to satisfy her father and her purpose in visiting the University of Eight in the first place, ranging in topic from the genetics of carnivorous plants altered by the presences of various Force Nexuses, to the evolutionary timeline of the destruction of a nebula. Nestled within these was her true prize, the reason for the sparkle in the corner of her gaze, the single piece of romantic literature she endeavored to enjoy beyond the rest.
A soft, happy, hum drifted around her as she moved, her eyes casting back down to the engraved spine of the book, her attention no longer on the path before her. A simple catch of a toe against the floor sent everything flying, a gasp and a curse cast out as girl and books began to tumble to the floor.
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