Where: Public Library
When: March 17th, 11:53 am
Status: Closed | @zakary-prashad
What was meant to satisfy her curiosity and perhaps, if she got so lucky, answer some of the many questions Liv had, had quickly spiraled out of control – a scholar who could not be tamed, on a quest to study what she had believed could be explained in a textbook, but personal experience told an entirely different story. Liv’s desk was uncharacteristically chaotic, piles of books, articles, notes she had scribbled thoughts onto earlier that morning, now only leading to confusion. Her gaze had repeatedly wandered across the library in an attempt to study others, to get an idea of what they felt, but it only left her with a plethora of emotions and colors she couldn’t link.
She knew witches needed training to understand their powers – but how much of it was training and how much sheer talent? Could it be that she was simply not a particularly talented witch? A talented human, she supposed, given she had exceled throughout her academic career. But her other, far more compelling side, left her at a complete loss, her attempts to understand it clumsy and disheartening at best.
When she picked up on conversation that wasn’t far removed from what she was investigating, she perked up, recognizing another’s face. She listened for a while longer (eavesdropped, really), until she felt confident enough to approach Zak, leaving her chaos behind for a moment.
“Hey.” She said, a bashful smile tugging at her lips. “Remember me? Mysterious green drinks at Lyons?” And a passionate rant about olives, but she hoped the drinks were more memorable than that.
