[open] the loving eye of education Nov 15, 2014 8:11:21 GMT 9.5
Post by NOR KARELA on Nov 15, 2014 8:11:21 GMT 9.5
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GATHER ROUND HEAR THE SOUND OF MY VOICE GIRLS AND BOYS
The windows were all closed and Karela had to press her fingers against the glass to feel the little stirrings of the cold world on the other side of the glass. It was midweek, midday, and midminute and there were barely any students or staff in the library. A faint ambient track that sounded like the never ending ebb and flow of a tropical beach was being projected through the building's speakers; Karela could pick up on the shrieks of the thickly beaked birds moving between the palm fronds. It was to keep the winder s.a.d.s away. It had been her professional opinion. But she still hated the sounds of the birds in the trees on beach somewhere warm and faraway.
Dragging her hand along the freezing glass, she reminded herself where she was, again, and then moved away from the crisp, late fall scenery, preferring the companionship of the aisles and aisles of OSR approved literature. It always made her feel safer knowing she'd been born without the Gft mutation; the books were almost all steaming horse-shit. Of course the scientific ones had to be as correct as needed but the fiction and history sections left much to be desire. And by much, Karela mostly meant truth-- whatever that was.
She wandered the rows for a few minutes, fishing through the unfortunate pieces of "classic" Gifted lit until she found something above the genre's usual propaganda. Book of short stories by a faunapath about animals she'd encountered in her life and the universal language of all things. Sad at times, but hopeful enough to let it slide right up the best-selling ranks of Morning Star. Karela settled down in a chair farthest away from the speakers and cracked open the hardback, flipping to a section closest to the middle of the stacks of pages.
"It was the first cold day of the year when I found the bird on my windowsill--"
She slammed it shut and slid it across the table with a bored sigh.
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