Stained glass [Open]

[Waka]

Grey mid-morning beams of light reflected through the dully painted stained glass windows of one of the castle's hall ways like a chapel. Raindrops peeled down outside, drizzling gray dreariness as far the eye could see. Pale hands rested upon the glass eye blue eye tiredly looked out to the gardens. "The flowers, will drown." A gentle voice muttered, the girl's pale hand rose to brush back blond hard and fix the headband that lay atop her head. Slender fingers moved their way to the dress's skirt picking it up to walk slowly away. There wasn't much to do when the wet seasons poured their hardest.

Just sit and wait.

Wait for the rains to pause for a moment, to run outside and check out the courtyard. It was strange as much rain as Silvereye got, it was never too badly flooded. All of the water ending up in the sea some how. Heels clacked on hard floor, slender fingers brushing against the stony side of the walls.What was one to do? How could Cecilia ever entertain herself. A sigh escaped the girls lips, as she smoothly walked down the stairs.

To the library.

Her mother would kill her for wasting a day like this just looking out the window. At least retain some sort of knowledge from a book or something? Arms brushed against bookshelves. What to pick? What to read? The girl sucked in air as she stared up at the vast tower of knowledge and paper. That one. A pale clammy hand grabbed hold of a boring brown book cover. Settling her self at a table near a window. Just open the book and read. No need to even look at the title, but the poor girl couldn't. Eyes closed for a moment, her mind too restless to read. She couldn't absorb the pages.

Her mind, it wanted to travel.

[Jemi]

The library was a frequent spot of interest for Vivian, being the only place where she really felt at home. Sol was, as per usual, draped across her bare shoulders, dozing idly. It was quite the dreary morning, but then again, all the days in Caedere were. Rain pattered lightly on the windows. The witch sat at an oak table, her hazel eyes moving left to right as she read from the tome in front of her. The book was quite dull, but the interesting parts were enough to keep her attention, if only for a moment.

Sol stirred on her shoulders, his dark fur rubbing against her bare skin. It was obvious that he was just trying to rest while Vivian read, which was fine by her. The pine marten more often then not slept while she was conducting her daily business, especially if said business was boring by his standards.

The rustle of brocade made the witch look up, towards the sound. No one ever really came into the library, so any newcomer was a curiousity. Rounding a corner, Vivian spotted the Princess Cecilia sitting at a table similar to the one she herself had been at only a few moments ago. Sol opened his golden eyes, looking the girl over. Vivian smiled kindly, "Good morning, Princess." she said, reaching up to stroke her familiar. "What brings you here?"

[Waka]

The thought of the traveling out into this rain storm just to sit on the court was eating at her from the inside. Pale hands smoothed out the curled pages of the book, the air was damp and everything smelled of moldy dog. Ah-ha the pleasures of living in a castle. They never truly kept out the rain. Slowly Cecilia opened her eyes, right.. the book. She was supposed to read that right? A sigh escaped her, though she knew she should have been delighted a day without being near her sister...it was heaven.

"Good morning, Princess."

A hand glided to her shoulder, sweet baby Jesus. Poor Cecilia jumped like a frightened old alley cat, a small squeak of a scream escaped from her. You had to remember this was still a library, no talking~ Blue eyes glancing back at the corners of her eyes, who was that? The girl soon turned her head hesitantly, only to smile warmly at the site of Vivian. "Hello." Cecilia replied with a small nod of her head. Polite as any Princess should be, she'd make a good diplomat.

Quiet, and listening.

"What brings you here?"

"Ah-ha, the rain. I'd rather be out in the garden tending to the flowers...or out in the courtyard, but the rain. So I thought to myself that maybe reading a book would pass the time. Yourself?" The girl's tone was light and smooth, the complete opposite of Claire, that sounded like a viking when she spoke. Brutish girl indeed.