[In retrospect, Alva couldn't be sure why she went through that hole to begin with. The University Headmaster's office had been right next to it, where he was waiting for her - where all the University's higher ups had been waiting so she could prove herself. She was lucky she was getting a chance at all. Still, the hole had called to her, and she'd left her papers and carpet bag behind, for they couldn't fit in there with her, and now she stood in the belly of some cavern. It was like a mountain peek she had been to, once, where glowing stones, like lichen, grew to light the darkness, but here all the stones floated in spheres. She pushes her way through cautiously, noticing the give of each sphere as she touches it, until she comes upon the large, heartlike gem in the center of the room.
Reflected in it, she notices something new set in the center of her forehead, and she reaches up to touch it.]
What is...?
B:
[An outdoor market. A market near the sea, so near that you could hear the waves crashing against the surf. A market full of new, kindly-faced people.
Alva couldn't help herself from throwing herself into the thick of it, inspecting the wares on every table with unabashed curiosity. There's plenty that's familiar to her, but even more plentiful are the things that are not. Presently, she's found a table covered in old books, bearing titles and topics completely foreign to her, and if you pass by you might just hear her haggling with the stall owner:]
I'm sorry, I don't have that kind of money, but I could...fix something for you? In return? Do you have a broken watch, or a music box? Or a toy, even a toy will do - I'll do anything for a book!
Alva Sowyer | OC | Lapis Lazuli
[In retrospect, Alva couldn't be sure why she went through that hole to begin with. The University Headmaster's office had been right next to it, where he was waiting for her - where all the University's higher ups had been waiting so she could prove herself. She was lucky she was getting a chance at all. Still, the hole had called to her, and she'd left her papers and carpet bag behind, for they couldn't fit in there with her, and now she stood in the belly of some cavern. It was like a mountain peek she had been to, once, where glowing stones, like lichen, grew to light the darkness, but here all the stones floated in spheres. She pushes her way through cautiously, noticing the give of each sphere as she touches it, until she comes upon the large, heartlike gem in the center of the room.
Reflected in it, she notices something new set in the center of her forehead, and she reaches up to touch it.]
What is...?
B:
[An outdoor market. A market near the sea, so near that you could hear the waves crashing against the surf. A market full of new, kindly-faced people.
Alva couldn't help herself from throwing herself into the thick of it, inspecting the wares on every table with unabashed curiosity. There's plenty that's familiar to her, but even more plentiful are the things that are not. Presently, she's found a table covered in old books, bearing titles and topics completely foreign to her, and if you pass by you might just hear her haggling with the stall owner:]
I'm sorry, I don't have that kind of money, but I could...fix something for you? In return? Do you have a broken watch, or a music box? Or a toy, even a toy will do - I'll do anything for a book!