A Meeting Among Motes (Open for ≤ 2) Apr 12, 2016 14:24:15 GMT -6
Post by Deleted on Apr 12, 2016 14:24:15 GMT -6
The tall double doors to the Palace library yielded lazily to the Princess' push, the heavy painted oak groaning as if to ask her why she would come to the library at such an hour. Luna stepped through the opening when it was just wide enough for her, and at the command of her wispy magic push, it groaned shut. Her step into the wide room was a thick clink on the tile, her shoes smithed from chunks of pale blued steel, and the sound echoed throughout the quiet repository of knowledge. As she crossed the open area with several research desks, her tiara and peytral - cut from ancient times of blackest diamond - glittered in pinpricks like a twinkling moonless night. Her expression was comparatively simple ... sober, woken eyes and a slight smile of interest.
As her eyes look to the shelves, two loops of gently glowing grotto-water green and blue, they begin to scan, and suffice it to say, there were so very many books. In the time since her return, Luna had looked over every page of the history books, both general, specialized, and historically fictionalized. She'd re-read the tale of the simple colt that drew the destined sword, the terms of the treaties with the Zebras of Equestrian old, written in her sister's own hoof in warm flowing couplets, the explorations and exploitations of sailors out in the ocean blue, the magi-science of the rise of recent industry, so much potential seized from nothing more than boiling water ... she had read it all by now, and her eyes sailed over every familiar spine on the shelves.
And though the tomes were all so familiar, she looked with focus, perhaps for something yet unread, something yet unfamiliar, something mysterious and particular ...