Post by faewings on Oct 9, 2005 19:08:07 GMT
Fae has gotten bored of waiting to be Sorted, so she took refuge in the place she most loves: the library. Books were part of her since she was born. She had been lulled to sleep with fairy-tales, and she had begun reading a long time ago.
She looked around her, rows and rows of books waiting to be read. She smiled happily to herself, and picked out the first book she looked at. It was a thick, old-looking volume, smelling of parchment and knowledge.
Fae looked around, searching a corner to sit down and start reading. She went quickly to the back of the library, practically skipping with joy.
There, with only the pallid light of a candle as company, she started reading the -she soon discovered- fairy-tale book.
She looked around her, rows and rows of books waiting to be read. She smiled happily to herself, and picked out the first book she looked at. It was a thick, old-looking volume, smelling of parchment and knowledge.
Fae looked around, searching a corner to sit down and start reading. She went quickly to the back of the library, practically skipping with joy.
There, with only the pallid light of a candle as company, she started reading the -she soon discovered- fairy-tale book.