- Invitation Status
- Posting Speed
- 1-3 posts per day
- One post per day
- 1-3 posts per week
- Online Availability
- Varies.
- Writing Levels
- Adept
- Advanced
- Prestige
- Adaptable
- Preferred Character Gender
- Female
- Genres
- Fantasy, Modern, Romance
Eirian watched Jason for a long moment, taking in his crestfallen expression and the dull acceptance in his eyes as he studied the floor. Perhaps she had finally gotten through to him. Now he would understand just how odd and hopeless this all was. She felt for him, yes, but there was nothing she could do. The Library did as it wished, as always. Trying to control it was a worthless gesture. It would cause only frustration and disappointment. Jason would need to see that and simply accept that this was how things were. He would run the risk of never seeing her again, but it was more of an inevitability than a true choice. Pretending to choose it just made it easier.
She sighed and gave a half shrug, not struggling nearly as much as Jason was. As much as she wished for him to stay, it was more difficult for her to wrap her mind around the fact that he could not simply leave and come back on the next day. She knew that his world ran on a different time table that was a bit shaky, but there was no precise chart for it recorded. That would be helpful, but nobody managed to understand how it worked. She knew that he could leave and come back at a different time entirely, but there was no point in fighting it. The Library was her life. She wasn't about to start arguing with it.
"Why don't you find a book that you would like to read? Sit and relax. There is nothing more to do," she pointed out, giving him a calm smile and going over to a bookshelf to do precisely as she had suggested. When all else failed, Eirian would read.
She sighed and gave a half shrug, not struggling nearly as much as Jason was. As much as she wished for him to stay, it was more difficult for her to wrap her mind around the fact that he could not simply leave and come back on the next day. She knew that his world ran on a different time table that was a bit shaky, but there was no precise chart for it recorded. That would be helpful, but nobody managed to understand how it worked. She knew that he could leave and come back at a different time entirely, but there was no point in fighting it. The Library was her life. She wasn't about to start arguing with it.
"Why don't you find a book that you would like to read? Sit and relax. There is nothing more to do," she pointed out, giving him a calm smile and going over to a bookshelf to do precisely as she had suggested. When all else failed, Eirian would read.