Who: Leisha and OPEN What: Sleeplessness, insomnia, pondering, Latin, exploring, and who knows what else? Where: In or just outside the church When: Saturday/Sunday, early hours of the morning Warnings: None likely
Leisha Camden had been thinking a lot about Kvothe and his story. She'd told him that she never, ever got bored at home, that there was so much to do, but she was beginning to wonder how much of that was her own accomplishment and how much was only Daddy's scheduling everything in for her. She was bored here. She was trying to find ways to fill the hours, trying to be inventive and productive and indulge her intellectual curiosity at every opportunity, but the truth was that there weren't so many opportunities as she would have liked.
There were teachers at the church now, and Leisha had managed to find a few kids from the town who'd pay her to write their school assignments, but none of it was much of a challenge. Sure, she was studying advanced mathematics and physics and she had to work hard at that, but it didn't take all day and night. The nights were the worst. Everyone slept. They slept and Leisha might as well have been wandering in an empty church when she moved about at night. Sometimes she wanted to go and watch them sleep, see if she could guess what they dreamed of, but that always alarmed people at home and so she thought better of it.
Instead, she was walking about. She had long-since finished exploring all the areas of the church that she was allowed access too, and a few that she wasn't: at night, nobody knew any different, and Leisha was curious. She carried a study text with her, a big book for the little girl with her blonde hair framing her face as she stared intently at the page. Sometimes she turned all the main lights on and sometimes she strained her eyes and tried to read by the dimmer lights that stayed on anyway. As she read, she walked, in and out, doors swinging in her wake.
She didn't mean to wake anyone. Sometimes she did, usually when she was reciting a little too loudly. Like tonight, perhaps. 'Aspendum vetus oppidum et nobile in Pamphylia scitis esse, plenissimum signorum optimorum,' she declared, the words carefully enunciated but not entirely accurately pronounced. That was what came of learning mostly from books. Leisha frowned, and thought, and said to herself - she'd gotten in the habit of speaking to herself, on those long nights: 'Aspendum...no, that's a case marker - Aspendus is an old and famous town...what's scitis?'
Leisha didn't know. Now she'd have to consult a dictionary. As she dug in her pocket for her phone, though, she became aware of someone else walking towards her. It was unusual, at this time of night. She tried to make out who it was.