[open] A Perfect Morning for Reading
Who: Latvia [baidos] and anyone else who wants to save him from himself join him! Looky-looky, Estonia [estonia_von] has already joined the fun!
What: Latvia has decided to visit the library and experiences bad luck.
Where: The library on the second floor.
When: Sometime in the morning.
Notes: I realize I keep using the word "saule" and I don't remember ever saying what that word means. It's Latvian for "sun" and is also the name of the Latvian sun goddess in Latvian mythology. ^^;
With the rising of Saule above the level of the high wall beyond his window, Latvia walked himself up to the second floor, a place he had yet to explore despite having wanted to after hearing of it being opened. Despite the time being mid-morning, the Sanctuary continued to be nearly soundless, save for the distant noise of other nations off in the distance. With him he carried a small basket of food for lunch and a bundle of writing things, a pen and some paper. It was his hope to spend a the majority of his day in solitude in the library, reading whatever books were on hand, and having a light lunch while doing some light reading. He needed to get his mind off of this horrible prison of a hospital and where else could he turn to draw his attention away than books, his dearest friends?
Small feet stepped gently into the room and wide eyes looked about with approval. It was certainly a lot bigger than he had thought it would be and had far more books than he'd thought, as well. A jagged little smile curled at his lips as he walked to a comfy looking chair by the barred window and set his little basket on an end table next to the chair. Enough of his dearest sun was showing over the wall to create a nice warm spot over the cushions of the chair. Confident in his choice of seat, he moved towards the books to find something interesting.
Childlike fingers touched the books, the familiarity of their texture warming his heart with happy memories of home. The musty air that books posed was always a treasure to him, the memory of long-lost tales etched in ink upon parchment. Titles whirled past as he looked up and down the aisle of books. He blinked, finding a curious book of English fairy tales on a top shelf. Curious, he dragged a nearby step-stool under the high shelf and stepped up, reaching up with short little fingers. He was just a couple centimeters too short. He hopped up once to no avail; he hopped up twice and grasped the book, only to miss his landing and fall backwards. Hurriedly, he tried to grab at something--anything--before plummeting to his doom, feeling what seemed the bookshelf itself, gripping it tightly before watching it wide-eyed as it began to topple with him. In slow motion, it seemed, he let go of the shelf and continued his fall backwards, a cascade of books deluging him in a loud chorus of pain.
What: Latvia has decided to visit the library and experiences bad luck.
Where: The library on the second floor.
When: Sometime in the morning.
Notes: I realize I keep using the word "saule" and I don't remember ever saying what that word means. It's Latvian for "sun" and is also the name of the Latvian sun goddess in Latvian mythology. ^^;
With the rising of Saule above the level of the high wall beyond his window, Latvia walked himself up to the second floor, a place he had yet to explore despite having wanted to after hearing of it being opened. Despite the time being mid-morning, the Sanctuary continued to be nearly soundless, save for the distant noise of other nations off in the distance. With him he carried a small basket of food for lunch and a bundle of writing things, a pen and some paper. It was his hope to spend a the majority of his day in solitude in the library, reading whatever books were on hand, and having a light lunch while doing some light reading. He needed to get his mind off of this horrible prison of a hospital and where else could he turn to draw his attention away than books, his dearest friends?
Small feet stepped gently into the room and wide eyes looked about with approval. It was certainly a lot bigger than he had thought it would be and had far more books than he'd thought, as well. A jagged little smile curled at his lips as he walked to a comfy looking chair by the barred window and set his little basket on an end table next to the chair. Enough of his dearest sun was showing over the wall to create a nice warm spot over the cushions of the chair. Confident in his choice of seat, he moved towards the books to find something interesting.
Childlike fingers touched the books, the familiarity of their texture warming his heart with happy memories of home. The musty air that books posed was always a treasure to him, the memory of long-lost tales etched in ink upon parchment. Titles whirled past as he looked up and down the aisle of books. He blinked, finding a curious book of English fairy tales on a top shelf. Curious, he dragged a nearby step-stool under the high shelf and stepped up, reaching up with short little fingers. He was just a couple centimeters too short. He hopped up once to no avail; he hopped up twice and grasped the book, only to miss his landing and fall backwards. Hurriedly, he tried to grab at something--anything--before plummeting to his doom, feeling what seemed the bookshelf itself, gripping it tightly before watching it wide-eyed as it began to topple with him. In slow motion, it seemed, he let go of the shelf and continued his fall backwards, a cascade of books deluging him in a loud chorus of pain.