After much fail [open]
Who: Jenna, anyone else
What: investigating the Tree and its God, and Jenna falling asleep a bit (accompany or just annoy her? 8D;)
When: Saturday afternoon, towards closing time
Where: Kingstown Library
In her search for information on Simoqin and that damned Tree, Jenna had taken it upon herself to try and make a decent library out of the jumbled mess of fiction, nonfiction, and even periodicals jammed wherever they could be put on the shelves. As if the current staff couldn't even be bothered to make an effort.
Her temper had calmed as she had settled to work, picking out books that might hold valuable information and leaving them on a table in the back. The library was huge, the old chairs comfortable, and the work was tiring. It wasn't long before the stress and fatigue had lulled her into a mostly uneventful sleep.
The key being mostly.
She hadn't dreamed in a long time. Or if she had, she didn't really remember what they were about. Now that she was starting to dream again...she wasn't really so sure she wanted them.
David was there, in her dream. Smiling, never saying a word, just watching her as she slept on the bed. Their bed, the one they had always shared. It felt warm with him there--it always had. Warm and calm and loving. She could almost feel his fingers as he reached out to stroke her cheek.
She stirred a little in her sleep when he did that, sighing quietly. "David..."
What: investigating the Tree and its God, and Jenna falling asleep a bit (accompany or just annoy her? 8D;)
When: Saturday afternoon, towards closing time
Where: Kingstown Library
In her search for information on Simoqin and that damned Tree, Jenna had taken it upon herself to try and make a decent library out of the jumbled mess of fiction, nonfiction, and even periodicals jammed wherever they could be put on the shelves. As if the current staff couldn't even be bothered to make an effort.
Her temper had calmed as she had settled to work, picking out books that might hold valuable information and leaving them on a table in the back. The library was huge, the old chairs comfortable, and the work was tiring. It wasn't long before the stress and fatigue had lulled her into a mostly uneventful sleep.
The key being mostly.
She hadn't dreamed in a long time. Or if she had, she didn't really remember what they were about. Now that she was starting to dream again...she wasn't really so sure she wanted them.
David was there, in her dream. Smiling, never saying a word, just watching her as she slept on the bed. Their bed, the one they had always shared. It felt warm with him there--it always had. Warm and calm and loving. She could almost feel his fingers as he reached out to stroke her cheek.
She stirred a little in her sleep when he did that, sighing quietly. "David..."