septynios} action→library
[Lithuania had been forced to make a run in the sudden rain to the nearest building that didn't look like it was falling apart, and so had ended up in the library with Leafeon close on her heels. There were worse places to spend a storm, she supposed, once you got over the strange selection of books and ignored the books on sex in favor of the poetry collections.
She moved a large chair near to a window and is sitting there. There's a large pile of books beside the chair within easy reach, but she's ignoring those in favor of staring out the window at the rain. There's a half-finished Emily Dickinson collection on her lap.
Leafeon, for the record, is perched on the back of the armchair like a cat.]
It's lasting a long time, for a storm.
She moved a large chair near to a window and is sitting there. There's a large pile of books beside the chair within easy reach, but she's ignoring those in favor of staring out the window at the rain. There's a half-finished Emily Dickinson collection on her lap.
Leafeon, for the record, is perched on the back of the armchair like a cat.]
It's lasting a long time, for a storm.