24 of the Day, Summer of 499 A.V.
The Cribellum
A small sigh escaped the lips of the young Symenestra female, slumped over a large tome, struggling to read the small, loopy handwriting scrawled across the page. She had such better things to do than sit around here, truly. She could be climbing to the top of the cavern, or weaving her new shirt. She really wanted a new shirt. But no. Her father had sent her here to read up on the history of the Tillandsia family.
What a bore.
Neyasi glanced up, looking around, wondering if there was, perhaps, a way for her to escape. When she noticed that the librarian was giving her a hard look, she realized her father had probably made arrangements for the adventurous child to stay in the library. Neyasi quickly turned away, propping one elbow on the table, and letting one cheek fall into her palm.
After a few moments, she started playing with her hair, twiddling it around between two fingers, ruby red eyes gleaming dully in the candlelight. Was there really nothing better to be doing in the library? Truly, there was not. Neyasi observed this, as she glanced around once more, keeping her eyes away from the librarian, instead looking at the other passerby browsing the shelves of the rocky room.
There was, so to speak, no one of real interest to the young Symenestra female. To her, all Symenestra looked the same. She had yet to see any fun or quirky traits in a fellow Symenestra. Now, on the surface, there were supposed to be all kinds of cool stuff to look at, especially with the other races. But the only chance Neyasi had ever had to see people of other races was when the Harvesters brought in surrogates- And Neyasi knew her father disapproved of the 'vulgar' style in which most Symenestra reproduced.
Neyasi herself did not know how she felt about the Harvest, but then again, she didn't really know what it was. And her father never discussed it with her. So she was content to sit and wonder amiably what might happen above their cavern, thinking that she would one day be up there, too.
Neyasi was jerked from her reverie by a ticklish feeling in her nose, before sneezing loudly, and literally burying her head in the book to hide the pale rosy blush creeping up her face, as the eyes of the library's visitors turned to her.
The Cribellum
A small sigh escaped the lips of the young Symenestra female, slumped over a large tome, struggling to read the small, loopy handwriting scrawled across the page. She had such better things to do than sit around here, truly. She could be climbing to the top of the cavern, or weaving her new shirt. She really wanted a new shirt. But no. Her father had sent her here to read up on the history of the Tillandsia family.
What a bore.
Neyasi glanced up, looking around, wondering if there was, perhaps, a way for her to escape. When she noticed that the librarian was giving her a hard look, she realized her father had probably made arrangements for the adventurous child to stay in the library. Neyasi quickly turned away, propping one elbow on the table, and letting one cheek fall into her palm.
After a few moments, she started playing with her hair, twiddling it around between two fingers, ruby red eyes gleaming dully in the candlelight. Was there really nothing better to be doing in the library? Truly, there was not. Neyasi observed this, as she glanced around once more, keeping her eyes away from the librarian, instead looking at the other passerby browsing the shelves of the rocky room.
There was, so to speak, no one of real interest to the young Symenestra female. To her, all Symenestra looked the same. She had yet to see any fun or quirky traits in a fellow Symenestra. Now, on the surface, there were supposed to be all kinds of cool stuff to look at, especially with the other races. But the only chance Neyasi had ever had to see people of other races was when the Harvesters brought in surrogates- And Neyasi knew her father disapproved of the 'vulgar' style in which most Symenestra reproduced.
Neyasi herself did not know how she felt about the Harvest, but then again, she didn't really know what it was. And her father never discussed it with her. So she was content to sit and wonder amiably what might happen above their cavern, thinking that she would one day be up there, too.
Neyasi was jerked from her reverie by a ticklish feeling in her nose, before sneezing loudly, and literally burying her head in the book to hide the pale rosy blush creeping up her face, as the eyes of the library's visitors turned to her.