[ah, there is truly no rest for the wicked... as instead of going out and enjoying the patches of snow or tromping around in leaves or... I don't know, acting like a person who knows how to have fun, Krista has consistently holed herself up in the library for the last... couple of weeks.
she's apparently trying to build her own Fortress of Research, having claimed one of the comfiest armchairs and just piling stacks of books and journals around her in a system that only really makes sense to her dizzying intellect. most of these books seem to have a theme, though: myths, fairy tales, magic, sorcery, and a few sci-fi novels and history tomes scattered in the mess.
but god, she's been in there forever. someone needs to interrupt her ~taking notes~ session and remind her what human contact is like.]
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she's apparently trying to build her own Fortress of Research, having claimed one of the comfiest armchairs and just piling stacks of books and journals around her in a system that only really makes sense to her dizzying intellect. most of these books seem to have a theme, though: myths, fairy tales, magic, sorcery, and a few sci-fi novels and history tomes scattered in the mess.
but god, she's been in there forever. someone needs to interrupt her ~taking notes~ session and remind her what human contact is like.]