68th Summer, AV 513 [Wright Memorial Library]
This was a usual day for her again. After the night passed some students and others came to the university's library to read. Again directing the people to the right place, again placing the books to the right sections and again telling some pupils what the library is really for. Business as usual and she kinda enjoyed it somehow. Like she had some meaning in that unlife something which was hers. Although after a time she had to realize it wasn't everthing, she was missing something or somebody.
She put the last book back to its place and she was kinda tired. She looked around the library: Students were reading, someone was searching and there was silent it was a perfect time for her to rest a bit. Her soulmist needed some regenaration and that was important. She was walking away from the place quickly. She found herself a corner where there was no people at all only her. It was time now for her to read a bit. She took a book which immediately took her attention from Kenabelle Wright: An Account of the Circumnavigation of Mizahar
She took a seat and took down the book at the table and openned it. She started to read it. Chapter one:
'Who can say where a story really begins or ends? Everything that happens is inextricably interlaced with what has happened before it, and perhaps only the gods can assign a true point of beginning.But, when one has decided to accept the responsibility of chronicling certain events, one is obliged to start somewhere. This document represents my attempt to record the details of the voyage of the [[Seafarer]] and its circumnavigation of Mizahar, and so perhaps the best place to begin is with the decision that led to the ship's construction.'
Hmm, this book could interest her father very much. She was reading it silently and slowly as her mind was wandering around sailors and around her memories. She had some memory when she joined to her father's ship it was beautiful.
She turned a page: '...And I, young as I was, had no credentials at all. Most guild members began by working an apprenticeship at age eighteen or nineteen, sometimes as a deckhand or stevedore, but no mere apprentice would be permitted to sail past the end of the known world, and almost no apprenticeships lasted fewer than five years. I simply didn't have enough time. But dreams die hard, and some dreams won't die at all.' Dreams, she didn't have one anymore. She sighed and... chapter two.
This was a usual day for her again. After the night passed some students and others came to the university's library to read. Again directing the people to the right place, again placing the books to the right sections and again telling some pupils what the library is really for. Business as usual and she kinda enjoyed it somehow. Like she had some meaning in that unlife something which was hers. Although after a time she had to realize it wasn't everthing, she was missing something or somebody.
She put the last book back to its place and she was kinda tired. She looked around the library: Students were reading, someone was searching and there was silent it was a perfect time for her to rest a bit. Her soulmist needed some regenaration and that was important. She was walking away from the place quickly. She found herself a corner where there was no people at all only her. It was time now for her to read a bit. She took a book which immediately took her attention from Kenabelle Wright: An Account of the Circumnavigation of Mizahar
She took a seat and took down the book at the table and openned it. She started to read it. Chapter one:
'Who can say where a story really begins or ends? Everything that happens is inextricably interlaced with what has happened before it, and perhaps only the gods can assign a true point of beginning.But, when one has decided to accept the responsibility of chronicling certain events, one is obliged to start somewhere. This document represents my attempt to record the details of the voyage of the [[Seafarer]] and its circumnavigation of Mizahar, and so perhaps the best place to begin is with the decision that led to the ship's construction.'
Hmm, this book could interest her father very much. She was reading it silently and slowly as her mind was wandering around sailors and around her memories. She had some memory when she joined to her father's ship it was beautiful.
She turned a page: '...And I, young as I was, had no credentials at all. Most guild members began by working an apprenticeship at age eighteen or nineteen, sometimes as a deckhand or stevedore, but no mere apprentice would be permitted to sail past the end of the known world, and almost no apprenticeships lasted fewer than five years. I simply didn't have enough time. But dreams die hard, and some dreams won't die at all.' Dreams, she didn't have one anymore. She sighed and... chapter two.
