FA+
Shop
868
Views
Views
60
Favorites
Favorites
Category
All / All
Species Dragon (Other)
Size 883 x 1280
File Size 382.5 kB
Report this content
More from waveshine
Listed in Folders
Cirque enjoyed sorting books.
Even when trapped in a library that she could never escape from, she enjoyed sorting books. There was a rhyme and reason to cataloguing them. It was methodical, exact - history belonged on one level and philosophy resided on another. Fictional tales lived on her favorite floor - she could get lost for hours reading about scavengers and dragons, up until Hopeless would inevitably demand that she actually do something productive with her time.
Whatever. At least she didn't drown herself in shitty poetry, unlike a certain NightWing.
The head librarian frustrated her to no end. Cirque never understood where the books came from. The library was vast; there were more books lining the shelves than an entire dragon society could produce in a hundred years. Whenever she had asked Hopeless about where they came from, he would shake his head and tell her that there was a time and place for that knowledge.
The answer frustrated her. It wasn't enough to sate her curiosities. So in her timeless prison Cirque toiled and labored, scouring thousands of pages to understand where all of this knowledge had materialized from, but strangely enough, that was the only thing that none the books could tell her.
But there will be a day soon, unbeknownst to either Cirque or Hopeless, that will explain everything that she never wanted to know.
And when it arrives, when the unfortunate truth of her new home is laid so plainly before her that she cannot bear to ignore it, Cirque will no longer enjoy sorting books.
--
A little bit of lore for a short story that I'm putting together.
organized art by
Heartspark
Even when trapped in a library that she could never escape from, she enjoyed sorting books. There was a rhyme and reason to cataloguing them. It was methodical, exact - history belonged on one level and philosophy resided on another. Fictional tales lived on her favorite floor - she could get lost for hours reading about scavengers and dragons, up until Hopeless would inevitably demand that she actually do something productive with her time.
Whatever. At least she didn't drown herself in shitty poetry, unlike a certain NightWing.
The head librarian frustrated her to no end. Cirque never understood where the books came from. The library was vast; there were more books lining the shelves than an entire dragon society could produce in a hundred years. Whenever she had asked Hopeless about where they came from, he would shake his head and tell her that there was a time and place for that knowledge.
The answer frustrated her. It wasn't enough to sate her curiosities. So in her timeless prison Cirque toiled and labored, scouring thousands of pages to understand where all of this knowledge had materialized from, but strangely enough, that was the only thing that none the books could tell her.
But there will be a day soon, unbeknownst to either Cirque or Hopeless, that will explain everything that she never wanted to know.
And when it arrives, when the unfortunate truth of her new home is laid so plainly before her that she cannot bear to ignore it, Cirque will no longer enjoy sorting books.
--
A little bit of lore for a short story that I'm putting together.
organized art by
Heartspark
Category All / All
Species Dragon (Other)
Size 883 x 1280px
File Size 382.5 kB
Comments