Semmie sat quietly at the back of the library with her back leaning lightly against the shelves of books, it was her favourite section so as soon as she had finished her current book she could just shift a little and grab another and the cycle would restart over and over. She was engrossed in her book so much so that she didn't see the figure come towards her and loom over her. Her eyes kept scanning the pages taking in all the new information that she did not even need, he mind took it all in and as she held the book she could filter through it's past and sort them out into sections of her head that would be relevant for when she wanted to come back to delve into it's depths for analysis. Her visions were like books that were studied in English, she analysed them and looked for visual techniques that were handwritten into the book, because what she had found out was that the writer typically chose a book that represented some form of themself and emotion along with the story or information that was tattooed onto the thin pages. This is what particularly attracted Semmie to libraries and book shops because she could get lost in little pockets.
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Flayace looked around, looking at all of the fine books. Even though she had been here before, it all felt new to her in a way. She loved books, but even so, she always had something else to do. Looking around, she wondered how much time she would have to read, if any. She may just have to rent out some books instead.
Sighing, she continued forward, looking around for a section that interested her. Flayace was in the mood for a mystery, so as she thought, she headed over the that section. Picking up a few books, one being pink, which she liked. Looking around the room, she saw a girl at one of the table by a bunch of books. That looked like I good place to sit and read fro a while, if she could. "Alright." She said quietly to herself and walked over with a smile. Looming over her, as she was sitting, she watched for a second, as she read then blurted out something. "Hello there, I'm Flayace. Can I sit here?"
Sighing, she continued forward, looking around for a section that interested her. Flayace was in the mood for a mystery, so as she thought, she headed over the that section. Picking up a few books, one being pink, which she liked. Looking around the room, she saw a girl at one of the table by a bunch of books. That looked like I good place to sit and read fro a while, if she could. "Alright." She said quietly to herself and walked over with a smile. Looming over her, as she was sitting, she watched for a second, as she read then blurted out something. "Hello there, I'm Flayace. Can I sit here?"
Semmie snapped her book shut, annoyed that she had been disturbed but then looked up with a quizzical look and saw the girl peering above her "Hmm?" She paused just taking in her appearance compared to her own. "Yeah sure," she shifted herself up leaving some space for the girl to come and sit with her. She made sure there was no physical contact, Semmie hadn't yet learnt how to block out unwanted visions. She had learnt to recall them whenever she wanted but right now that was what she wanted least. She flipped open the book carefully, the leather binding was fragile and some of the pages were wearing thin, but she gazed out of the corner of her eye how the girl moved and breathed before sitting down with her.
She sat down beside the girl, smiling at her a bit before picking up on of her books and flip to the first page. She had picked a green book, named The Mysteries of Gerann Bay. The front picture was of a Ferris Wheel, right beside a beach, that seemed to be deserted. "What's your name?" Trying to sound happy, but also quiet, she lowered her voice. The last things that she wanted was for this new girl to think that she was annoying and disruptive. As she waited for the girl to reply, she started to read the book. It was set in the late 90's and as the first page explained the setting, it also said that the main character's name was Georgia. She wondered what book that the girl was reading, so she peered over in her direction for a few seconds, though she didn't really care as to what she was reading. At least she liked books, and for that, Flayace smiled a bit as she turned her head to continue reading.
"Semmie Hale," she said opening her book and flicking to the page where she had quickly thrown a bookmark into it before the girl interrupted her. She was reading a very influential book in her opinion To Kill A MockingBird by Harper Lee. Semmie was admirable of this woman, she was doing such a great deed for American Culture and it was also fantastically written. "What's yours?" Semmie asked politely before digging her eyes back into the book that she had read 3 times before but still liked to look for hidden answers and form more opinions about the book and the history of the book as well as the actual novel.
To kill a Mockingbird. As she saw the name, it was that. A book that she had read before, and it was very interesting for her. She smiled at the sight of it, but then redirected her attention to the girl that had just asked her a question. "I like your name, it's very sweet. She smiled a bit and then answered her question. "Flayace Quinn." Flayace nodded a bit to confirm it.
"You have a... strange(?) name," her forehead furrowed slightly and looked quizzically at her. She fumbled with her jumper and pulled the sleeves down over her hands and parted her hair at the back so it formed a middle parting the whole way round and she tucked her fringe behind her ears peering at the girl. Her bright blue eyes were sensitive to the light from the sun blaring through the window opposite her so it resulted in her squinting and hoping that it did not look like she was giving her the "evils", because having blue eyes that she contracted from her mother meant that she was very sensitive to light and it sometimes feels like they are being burned.
"A lot of people say that." She laughed a bit. It wasn't ordinary, it was far from it. Most people got it wrong, or thought that she was mispronouncing her own name. It was a constant thing with her, as if she just had to give out pieces of paper to everyone so that they could remember and knew what her name looked like. Some people and similar problems yes, but it didn't bother her much. Flayace had gotten used to it quite fast. "A lot of people mess it up actually."
"Mine is of own creation," she informed Flayace, "courtesy of my mother. Quiet the creative one is she." No one had ever really mispronounced her first name, it was more common for her last name. You would think it to be simple to pronounce but everyone at her previous school seemed to think it was Hally or more annoyingly Halé, which was entirely different spelling. How in God's name did they come to that conclusion? "It's an okay name, but clever. The only Sem you'll see around here and if you see another then her mother copied mine," she giggled at herself. Warm imagery bubbled up all around her and her thin lips formed into a wide smile, much like her mother's and she got a wave of happy homesickness, which she didn't think was possible because surely homesickness was a sad thing...
Flayace as always, smiled. It was nice to hear other people's stories. It wasn't everyday that people tell you the origin of their name, which she found quite interesting. "That's awesome!" She exclaimed in excited. Flayace really liked the name, both of her names. It was a very unique combination, which was also unique on it's own. "It's really pretty. I'll make sure to keep an eye out for any other Semmie's." She laughed a bit and smiled some more. She watched as the girl got a bit happier after explaining her name, which was nice to see. Though the conversation as good, she felt as if it was going to go nowhere, so she changed it. If the girl wanted to continue on it though, she wouldn't mind. "What type of books do you like?"