[This is Lucretia's first event, and it shows. She's tucked herself in a far corner of the library, books piled on a side table, one in her lap, and a journal tucked tight into the crook of her arm even as she reads. She looks stressed, like she's not really concentrating and simultaneously couldn't be more intent on the words on the page. It's the face of a woman who is trying, desperately so, to distract herself with some sort of comfort, and utterly failing.
She doesn't have her staff with her this time, as it's trapped in her room, but she still seems she could be formidable if it was necessary. For now, though... she's just trying to forget about what's happening until it's over.]
the library ; and i'd love to tell you stories, but i can't remember how they went
She doesn't have her staff with her this time, as it's trapped in her room, but she still seems she could be formidable if it was necessary. For now, though... she's just trying to forget about what's happening until it's over.]