backscene: Morning Time Who: Thais Keigwin, Constans Ledaal Where: Circle Tower When: 9:39 Dragon. Late Spring. Summary: Thais and Constans chat. Rating: PG-13 (language) Completed
It was a warm spring day. Bright sunlight spilled through the windows in the tower. In the upper quarters, there was silence. Most mages were fast asleep, though soon they would be awakening to begin preparing for the day’s studies. Yet Thais was already awake. She had woken early. Not to get a head start on the days work, but for a much more simple reason.
The woman sat in a corner of the library. She had a book in front of her. It was opened to the middle. Now and then she would turn a page. Her eyes seemed to gaze intently at the words, but she wasn’t reading. In fact she didn’t even know what the book was called. She didn’t really care, but it was big enough to take her time flipping pages. Thais was waiting. She had gotten a tip that there would be an impromptu meeting between a couple of mages in the library and she wanted to be there when it happened. Morning conversations were always the worst though, she hated getting up for them. Luckily there was chance that this conversation would be worth it so she let that possibility drive the energy needed to drag herself out of bed and to the library.
Resting her head in the palm of her hand, she yawned softly. Her stomach growled. Lately, the library seemed to make her hungry. Perhaps it was the musty smell of old books or maybe she found that when she ate while reading, the time passed by much faster. She glanced up out of her corner to check the library surroundings. So far nobody else was around, except maybe a bookworm or two hiding in some other corner. Thais pondered if she had time to go get some tea and a biscuit. Knowing the rules of gossip, however, she knew that the second she left something would happen and as soon as she got back it would stop happening. Shifting in the wooden chair, she looked back down at the book.
She could have brought some work to do while waiting. “Damn.” The twenty-three y.o. murmured. She suddenly remembered she forgot to grade the themes she had her apprentices write. Oh well, she’d just make them recite definitions to each other for class today or something. Thais had other things on her mind, much more important than her classes. Losing her concentration on not reading the book, Thais began to scratch her thumbnail into the wooden table. A small gash in the wood began to show. The gash became deeper and more noticeable with each scratch. Thais hoped someone, anyone would come in and do something interesting soon.