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Post by LUCIA MORGAN on Dec 21, 2014 1:35:14 GMT
Spell books had always sort of fascinated Lucia. Her father had always brought them home for her to read, even at a young age, letting her voice out the phrases in a whisper so as not to do anything accidentally. She had always found herself flipping to the back pages, looking at the ones that required a complete mastery and discipline to cast. They were powerful, sometimes darker than she liked, but the mystery was what got to her. Some were unknown, etchings of words that hadn't really been pieced together over time. The brightest of Fantasia were still trying to decipher ancient spells, but what would they do once they figured it out? What would it accomplish? A storm? An explosion? Would it be a summoning instead, and bring something to life that they didn't know how to deal with yet? Of course her imagination jumped to the worst case scenarios. They were the most fun.
Her father's library had been tiny compared to that in Avalon Academy. When Lucia first walked in, earlier on in her time there, she couldn't believe her eyes. As far as she knew, that many books didn't even exist, but obviously she was wrong. The way the shelves shot up to the ceiling, how they were all stock full, and... the smell. Oh it smelled nice. Now and again her nose would drift closer and closer to the pages just to inhale that amazing, old book smell. Her fathers books had always been new editions, of course - her parents were quite materialistic, something that she seemed to inherit - and while the new book smell was nice, something about the old smell was obviously superior.
Now it was one of her favourite places to relax. She couldn't get any practice done besides smaller spells, like levitating something, but that wasn't why she was there. Unlike other students were more visual, or practical, Lucia found reading the best way for her to retain information. And so she flipped through, page after page, legs tossed over the arm of one of the large leather chairs the library had set up in sort of study-circles for students to sit in. Her classes were done for the day; until she got hungry, she could at least hang out here. | TAG @alistair
NOTES: uhh sorry this might be hard, maybe he like... accidentally throws a book at her head? do anything. or just go sit by her, she'll start a convo.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 21, 2014 14:53:27 GMT
Alistair had visited the library at least three times a day since he'd first come to Avalon and that was something that was still happening to this very day. He loved everything about books, but the thing he most admired was the content within them. What he would find inside a book was full of mystery; could he find something wondrous, something terrifying? Something that would make him great, something long hidden from others? Would he find answers to his latest dilemmas? Could he find a spell to make him stop being such a worry wart? The possibilities were endless. That was both frightening and encouraging.
The white haired wizard had never been a very tall fellow, so he'd learned the layout of the library just in case he couldn't see over his fresh stack of books. This was one of those days where he had loads of ambition, where he craved knowledge, and also the day that some smarty pants had chosen to rearrange furniture. Alistair was coming from the back, arms loaded with books. This particular stack was so high his green eyes couldn't see over them, but as previously stated, he'd learned the layout of the library.
The previous layout.
He'd walked the path many a time without vision, but this time, where there was normally open space, there was a chair. In said chair, there was a brown haired female, one of a birth as notable as Alistair's. If only the books hadn't been so high, he could have avoided the collision. If only they'd waited one more day to rearrange the furniture.
As fate would have it, little Alistair walked right into the chair and his stack of books fell from his hands as he lost his balance and nearly fell forward himself, sending a rain of leather binding and gold letters down onto the female in the chair. Alistair had no idea as to what to do next, save for panicking and trying to clean off the lady's lap as soon as possible.
"Sorry, so sorry!" Pages fluttered as he tried to undo his mistake. "I am terribly, terribly sorry!" Alistair's normally pale complexion had brightened three shades as he stacked the books back into a tidy pile. "Oh, heavens am I sorry!" There wasn't a chair there yesterday, or the day before! Why, oh why, had this happened to him?! His nerves were acting up and he moved with little direction, just taking this and that and breathing frantically, having a little panic attack on the library floor. He needed to get a grip; there was no need to make such a fool of himself.
 hope this works! i may have went a little overboard, so just let me know if you want something changed! <3
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