Post by sprightly on Jun 12, 2007 1:40:33 GMT -5
Sprightly sat in the library singing quietly to herself “San ge laohu. San ge laohu. Pao de kuai. Pao de kuai. Yi ge mei you weiba. Yi ge mei you weiba. Zhen qiguai. Zhen qiguai” the tune sounded like ‘Frere Jacques’ but the lyrics were certainly not French. Sprightly had almost no idea why the song was in her head, but she was about 90% sure that it was Chinese. It was actually an improvement for her to know that much about what she was saying.
Aslin had lied though, it was most definitely not quiet in the library. It roared like the ocean, filled with past movement, moments of passion that history had left imprinted on the walls. There were anomalies, times that didn’t really happen but should have and times that should not have happened but did. Someone had changed the past here but she could feel both of them, what was and what was not, smashed together like a layer cake. For most people it would have been like being shoved into a blizzard of sensation, but Sprightly had come to find it all rather homey. Ever since she had been very small and in boarding school she had lived in girls dormitories, all of them syrupy thick with dramas of the past. She had ignored it, by and large. The problem now was she could see things more clearly, sharper like it was all coming into focus and sometimes it was hard to tell what was real from what was not.
Of course the entire basis of that theory was that there was something superhuman about her, a flawed premise to be certain, so she resolved herself to being noisily insane. Insane, that word was really starting to frighten her, she had precious few marbles left to loose before she was locked away. There was a good chance she would not return to Hogwarts the next year, not with her rapidly decaying condition. Then Aslin, she had said she could make things quiet, hadn’t she? That was why Sprightly was waiting in the library. Maybe she understood, maybe it would all be better soon. She doubted it but she could not help but hope.
(Bonus points to anyone who knows what she's singing about. God bless Montessori schools)
Aslin had lied though, it was most definitely not quiet in the library. It roared like the ocean, filled with past movement, moments of passion that history had left imprinted on the walls. There were anomalies, times that didn’t really happen but should have and times that should not have happened but did. Someone had changed the past here but she could feel both of them, what was and what was not, smashed together like a layer cake. For most people it would have been like being shoved into a blizzard of sensation, but Sprightly had come to find it all rather homey. Ever since she had been very small and in boarding school she had lived in girls dormitories, all of them syrupy thick with dramas of the past. She had ignored it, by and large. The problem now was she could see things more clearly, sharper like it was all coming into focus and sometimes it was hard to tell what was real from what was not.
Of course the entire basis of that theory was that there was something superhuman about her, a flawed premise to be certain, so she resolved herself to being noisily insane. Insane, that word was really starting to frighten her, she had precious few marbles left to loose before she was locked away. There was a good chance she would not return to Hogwarts the next year, not with her rapidly decaying condition. Then Aslin, she had said she could make things quiet, hadn’t she? That was why Sprightly was waiting in the library. Maybe she understood, maybe it would all be better soon. She doubted it but she could not help but hope.
(Bonus points to anyone who knows what she's singing about. God bless Montessori schools)
