Eumelia had come to the library to be able to write in relative peace and quiet. She could work a it better there if she had a good concept and could write a decent bit about it.
Her current project was to make a longer poem, almost leaning towards a story. She sat at a table, her hand gliding swiftly over the page of her notebook, pen in hand, curvy, neat words seemingly flowing out of it. She was focused and satisfied with what she'd had so far. She had a burst of (ironically used) muse, and wouldn't let it go to waste.
@Saber
Her current project was to make a longer poem, almost leaning towards a story. She sat at a table, her hand gliding swiftly over the page of her notebook, pen in hand, curvy, neat words seemingly flowing out of it. She was focused and satisfied with what she'd had so far. She had a burst of (ironically used) muse, and wouldn't let it go to waste.
@Saber