Library, Wednesday [ 01/30 ]

[ecirpnellehada.livejournal.com]

Last night, Adah dreamed of a springbok in a fire, dancing around chaotically until the moment it burst forth with a powerful leap. She was the arrow shot from her sister's bow, the straightest she would ever be, flying sure until penetrating into the soft hide of the animal. It crumpled to the ground, fountains of blood, and a white-suited nurse dressed its wounds. Anatole sighed as he ruffled her sister's short hair. "A bu, Benee, he lamented, "A bu."

It was food for thought, to be sure, as Adah opened the library today; she never remembered having such vibrant, substantial dreams before. Still, she was in a good mood. At least, she would be until probably second or third period. So she might actually be somewhat helpful this morning.

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Re: Fifth Period -- 01/30

[nottheoperative.livejournal.com]

"I see," He said, picking up some of the errant crumbs.

"Try not to let this happen again."

Re: Fifth Period -- 01/30

[ecirpnellehada.livejournal.com]

Oh, well, damn. Now Adah'd have to go and reschedule her whole weekend. She stared at a moment at him, popped another crumb into her mouth before smiling around it, contritely, with a nod of her head.

Re: Fifth Period -- 01/30

[nottheoperative.livejournal.com]

With one last appraising look, he turned and head back for his office, depositing the crumbs in the waste bin on his way.