@Claire
To the point of view of plenty of people who would have passed by the table she was camped out at, Lunette looked like she'd gotten a bit in over her head. The young-seeming woman was leaning forward in her chair, elbows resting on the table and chin resting on her hands as she stared down at the open book before her. Around her was a half-circle of books piled into dangerously high stacks, one accidental nudge away from triggering a catastrophic domino effect that would surely end in the towers becoming an avalanche. Not that she seemed at all aware of the potential danger of being buried as she continued to read her way through her currently-selected tome.
If any had cared to sneak a glance at the titles surrounding her, they would find all variety of subjects. Mathematics and many varieties of sciences were there, as well as all manner of historical texts, and a staggering amount of books on magical theory and spell structure. A book on necromancy, of all things, was tucked at the bottom of one stack, beneath a three-volume set focused on exploring the finer details of shape-changing. In another stack, there was a book dedicated to quantum physics. One would be forgiven for thinking that Lunette was attempting to read the entire library from wall to wall, as it wasn't too far off from the truth.
The thing was, this mountain of knowledge seemed insurmountable to those capable of being plagued by fatigue, eye strain, and boredom, but Lunette was not such a person. While technically able to feel the third of those, reading was a habit of hers that had an iron-clad immunity to it, and the first of them was something that she had only felt three times in her entire life and was unlikely to again in a place so magically potent. As for the second, well, no one could say for certain how her eyes worked, beyond that they did so and had not failed her yet, even with such a binge of printed words challenging them.
In fact, Lunette had a small smile curving her lips as she read, her eyes never tearing from the pages as she turned one and paused to tuck a few strands of white-silver hair behind an ear. Getting close enough would reveal that she was even humming, if quietly, so not to draw the ire of others in the library any more than her having hoarded so many books for herself could already. The tune was a cheerful, bouncing one, though not recognizable to a listening ear; it was a song from Lunette's home, forgotten by many even there over the years of her long life. Truly, the construct looked to be off in her own happy little world at the moment.
To the point of view of plenty of people who would have passed by the table she was camped out at, Lunette looked like she'd gotten a bit in over her head. The young-seeming woman was leaning forward in her chair, elbows resting on the table and chin resting on her hands as she stared down at the open book before her. Around her was a half-circle of books piled into dangerously high stacks, one accidental nudge away from triggering a catastrophic domino effect that would surely end in the towers becoming an avalanche. Not that she seemed at all aware of the potential danger of being buried as she continued to read her way through her currently-selected tome.
If any had cared to sneak a glance at the titles surrounding her, they would find all variety of subjects. Mathematics and many varieties of sciences were there, as well as all manner of historical texts, and a staggering amount of books on magical theory and spell structure. A book on necromancy, of all things, was tucked at the bottom of one stack, beneath a three-volume set focused on exploring the finer details of shape-changing. In another stack, there was a book dedicated to quantum physics. One would be forgiven for thinking that Lunette was attempting to read the entire library from wall to wall, as it wasn't too far off from the truth.
The thing was, this mountain of knowledge seemed insurmountable to those capable of being plagued by fatigue, eye strain, and boredom, but Lunette was not such a person. While technically able to feel the third of those, reading was a habit of hers that had an iron-clad immunity to it, and the first of them was something that she had only felt three times in her entire life and was unlikely to again in a place so magically potent. As for the second, well, no one could say for certain how her eyes worked, beyond that they did so and had not failed her yet, even with such a binge of printed words challenging them.
In fact, Lunette had a small smile curving her lips as she read, her eyes never tearing from the pages as she turned one and paused to tuck a few strands of white-silver hair behind an ear. Getting close enough would reveal that she was even humming, if quietly, so not to draw the ire of others in the library any more than her having hoarded so many books for herself could already. The tune was a cheerful, bouncing one, though not recognizable to a listening ear; it was a song from Lunette's home, forgotten by many even there over the years of her long life. Truly, the construct looked to be off in her own happy little world at the moment.