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Nov. 29th, 2008 11:53 pmWhere, one might ask, has Helen (once) of the House of Uquar been?
That’s a stupid question. Where would any scholar-cum-priestess, tasked with saving the world and getting Home go? The library, of course.
She is sitting at a desk towards the back, near a window. She has a notebook full of writing in a flowing alphabet set to one side, three stacks of books in front, hiding her, and another notebook about a quarter full. Her left hand is getting stained with ink, as she pages through the books with her right.
She’s been in the library for weeks, leaving for a few hours during the night—at the waitrats’ insistence—to sleep and eat and take care of herself. (It has not all been studying. She has done her daily stretches and meditations. But those do not take long.)
Helen is learning--that's the best weapon she has here, now.
That’s a stupid question. Where would any scholar-cum-priestess, tasked with saving the world and getting Home go? The library, of course.
She is sitting at a desk towards the back, near a window. She has a notebook full of writing in a flowing alphabet set to one side, three stacks of books in front, hiding her, and another notebook about a quarter full. Her left hand is getting stained with ink, as she pages through the books with her right.
She’s been in the library for weeks, leaving for a few hours during the night—at the waitrats’ insistence—to sleep and eat and take care of herself. (It has not all been studying. She has done her daily stretches and meditations. But those do not take long.)
Helen is learning--that's the best weapon she has here, now.
