fandomhigh | Library, Wednesday [ 09/19 ]

The small fortress of books came easier this time, although Adah did leave it a little more open this week than last.

Adah has moved on from studying the anatomy of the foot to studying the parts of the brain. She feels it necessary to try to connect the two in precisely twelve ways, if she can.

Annette didn't have any classes today, but she wanted to do some research. She smiled slightly when she saw Adah; Annette's usual perkiness not so perky.

"Morning," she said pleasantly enough. "I'm needing to research prophecies. Would you happen to know where the section might be that holds such books?"

Adah looked up with almost dull eyes, staring at the girl for a moment before blinking slowly. Of course she knew which section the books she was looking for would be in; they were among the books Adah had figured she'd probably try to stay far, far away from. She could very easily just direct her that way, but then she wouldn't be being difficult. And, if she wasn't being difficult, she wasn't being Ada. She hadn't been Ada enough around here.

Besides, were the majority of the students who asked questions like that just lazy, or too used to modern conveniences that they couldn't use a card catalogue? Adah moved her head slowly toward where it was, nodding her head toward it, and then looking back to the girl expectantly. Any thing she'd want to know about where to find something should be there.

The card catalogue, of course. Annette wasn't thinking. She used to visit the library often - it was just that classes around here here didn't really justify her use of it anymore. She'd grown lazy.

"Thank you. I'm sorry if I bothered you," Annette said softly and turned, limping over to the card catalogue and started thumbing through it.

Her attention already drawn away, it was very difficult for Adah to not notice the limping, her head tilted and watching the girl as she slowly made her way over to the card catalgue. Clearly, the girl wasn't used to limping, but Adah still felt a slight bit of worried concern if she looked so awkward when she limped. She liked to think not; it was how she had always moved, so Adah liked to think she'd made it seem natural. Unlike this girl, so heavy and clunking and unfamiliar with the new way her body was moving. Adah started to wonder what had happened. Certainly nothing as tragic as her own condition, but intriguing none the less. Brain functions could wait right now; she was trying to pinpoint where the pain that caused the limp might be coming from. Lower leg, guessing by the lack of pressure and tension in that area...

Annette bent slightly, moving down two drawers... she took her time in searching; she's never had the need to look for such books before so she wrote down several references before she closed the drawer and lumbered off in the right direction, moving slower than before because she was without her crutches today. It was not as painful, but any quick jarring caused her to start and feel the hurt. She'd rather not do that so she limped slowly away, being careful.

Adah kept her eyes on the limping girl until she disappeared behind the rows of shelves, feeling much like the lion who was rumored to have stalked her once, and, like that lion, feeling not an ounce of guilt about it.

The functions of the brain and how they relate to the foot much be put off for Japanese now. Yukkuri hanashi te kudasai? Iie kekko desu! The intermingling of hard and soft jangled more than Kilanga. She liked it.

Adah was self-diagnosing herself as having a bit of a deficiency, as her sugar-dusted, fruit-speckled muffin was more appealing to her than the more nutritious and foremost sandwich.

Once again River stopped by the library before class. She wondered if Adah would have the books she had mentioned there, but otherwise just sharing an apple was an option, is Adah wanted.

She quietly slipped through the door, trying to see if there was any chance of sneaking up on Adah.

River possessed a thing called grace and Adah possessed a book on brains. A more fitting question would be as to whether or not anyone could actually fail to sneak up on Adah. In fact, the lions of Africa knew already how easy it could be and, unfortunately for Adah, there were no baby bushbacks here to distract River from her initial prey.

River reached out a slender arm and attempted to poke Adah's shoulder. It amused her that the book was about brains, but it wasn't surprising.

The poke on the shoulder lead to much more of a twitch than a jump; Adah's body wasn't entirely capable of a jump, although it did feel like that was what her heart was trying to do, into her throat, past the esophagus, rolling along the red of her tongue and past her silent lips, plopping finally onto the open page with the diagram of the medulla oblongata, nervous system and circulatory system united in a tragically dysfunctional fashion.

It didn't, though; it just stayed neatly in place, with a slight racking against her lungs that made her breath catch. Her head jerked around...too fast, pain pulling the muscle of her neck, retracting it back to where it was. But not too quickly that she hadn't seen who it was, and her body relaxed as much as it would allow. River....not fair... But Adah was grateful that that was who it was.

There was a pang of guilt. "Didn't mean to hurt you," River said quietly, taking a step back and withdrawing her hand. Adah both had a strength and something vulnerable that made River unsure sometimes about how fast she could move next to her.

The ticking of a clock, Adah thought as she turned her head a little and then slowly dragged her eyes behind her to find River, looking up at her, was painful to her on any given day, so River should not worry about something like that. Adah was used to it; she had just been a little caught off guard, that was all. The nerves had settled again; the lungs had forgiven the heart for the jumping trespass against them. Everything was fine. She gave River a faint smile. Since it had been River, everything was fine. She was wondering if she might stop in today...

Back to the brain. Ni arbeht otk cab!

And, finally, saving the best for last (the last shall be first!), Adah set aside her brain to read through the book that the Eel had given her backwards: Practice Legal of Psychology: the Mind and Law.

Evie came in to return the book on viruses and fungi, having powered through it in a few days (with diversions in to Angelica Demesnes and her History of the Mayans book), and to show Adah the results of her research.

"Hi Adah!" Evie waved to her, then placed the book back on the counter. She reflexively lowered her voice, and said, "Thank you for loaning that to me, it was fascinating. I'm going to be extra careful the next time I excavate a tomb. Well, I've never done so on my own. But the next time I'm allowed to help, protective gear shall be worn!"

Adah was fairly certain she could feel the exuberantly unhindered energy of E Ive! coming from a mile away, which gave her time to hurry to finish the paragraph she was on and flip the page backwards to the next as the other book was placed on the counter. Dully, she lifted her eyes toward the bubbly British bink, but the mention of excavating a tomb (bmota eta vacxe!) certainly quirked an eyebrow and, a second later, a delayed response from shifting gears, a tilt of her head.

Evie patted the book, then at the questioning expression on Adah's face, explained, "I'm going to be an archaeologist. Like my parents. Excavations in Egypt and other tombs have other risks, and I have to wonder about real curses now that I've been here. Of course, someone warned me never to read ancient books aloud in my first semester here, but I think they were pulling my leg. Who ever got in trouble from reading a book?" She shook her head, then beamed at Adah. "And look! My research paid off!" She held out one long lock of marinara hair, and let it drift off her face, looking gleeful. "I think it went quite well."

Adah smirked a little at the part about reading a book; she could have a list of people who got in plenty of trouble just for reading a book in minutes if the E Ive! wanted; she herself was one of them, although, comparatively, her punishment had been minimal. She wondered if the E Ive! had ever actually been to Egypt and how many similarities it held to the Congo. Would the Congo be something to hold over her newly vibrant head? Or would the E Ive just toss her tinged curls over her shoulder and announce that Adah's experience is old hat, good day, sir, your Congo pink bores me. She was half-tempted to reach out and touch the lock of hair, like one of the scores of Congolese children trying to grasp at Rachel's rabbit-white hair. She partially understood their desire at that moment; it certainly did look...intriguing...

Evie leaned on the counter, hair flopping and flying forward in a fluffy cloud. "And all the magazines were right," she said in a rushed whisper, remembering to keep her voice down again. "Conditioner really *does* make a difference, and my hair isn't at all like straw, like I thought it would be. Mind you, Anne was appalled-- she's my friend with the red hair-- but I rather like it, at least for now. Although Jonathan will give me such grief if it's still this color when he comes to visit for Parent's Weekend." Evie sighed, putting her chin on her hands. "Do you have any pestiferous but beloved brothers?"

Adah realized that she couldn't hold anything against the E Ive! ever again for her use of the word 'pestiferous.' It drew the line between a situation where Leah would be sniggering into her hand and placing the girl on the shelf next to Rachel, and Adah snidely, quietly, being able to recognize it as an actual word and therefor placing the E Ive! well above the Lehcar. But, as for the question, Adah's eyes still trained firmly on the mass of coloured hair, she shook her head, and then drew a piece of paper near.

"No brothers," she wrote, "but sisters."

She paused before adding what was becoming a staple response to such questions; her hesitation came in the form of not wanting to hear the E Ive! go on and on and on about some sense of sympathy for the matter.

"Three. One twin, one dead, one a complete idiot."

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