Snippet #2732075

Akhira cocked her head at the hidden joke, wondering if someday, she too would know what they were joking about. Just the idea of it filled her to brim with anger, although it wasn't as amplified as it had been before Kenner had... helped her earlier.

She fiddled with the cup of tea on the armrest of the chair, and resorted to counting backwards from 100 in her mind. While, it was fascinating to meet Alia and her Peach, Akhira was wondering about the dream she had. In fact, she wondered about a great many things before she spoke again, not caring that she had not returned Alia's politeness in giving her a name for this little bi-colored form of hers. "How did you come to be here?"

She wanted to know, now, what the opinion of a possible prisoner like her, truly thought about this place. Of Kenner and Necromancer of a servant. Of how they were... like a shelf of limited edition books put out to be gawked at like the collection of exotic beings they were, each telling a different story but somehow, all ending up here. It didn't fit Akhira's personality at all. She was going to get bored with it soon, she was sure of it, even if she did submit to Kenner and just do what she was told like the dutiful servant Peach appeared to be. Or even if, someday, she did find joy here. It would surely never last.

"What do you really think of this place?

Akhira quickly became tired again and thought back on what Kenner had told her. Perhaps, if she stayed here in the library he would not notice her absence and forget about her entirely.

The idea appealed to her, since she found herself liking this odd creature that was Alia and how she could see herself having future conversations with such a being. In some way, she reminded her of BlackFire and his love for books. But either way, she was sure Alia could not stay here forever, and so Akhira would do what she been found doing there earlier. Sleep. She conjured up a mental image of such a future where she never left the library, content to stay and slumber upon piles and piles of books, left to hibernate her life away. It was an idea that filled her with a toasty warmth that made her want to snuggle back into the chair.

If only.