Scholarly meeting [Tagging Viatorus]

[rogueinladysclothing]

On the border of the Parklands and the Commercial District of the Nexus stands a grand library. Its tall, arched entry way and high vaulted ceilings remind one of a church rather than a library. Inside, though, the walls of each of the three floors are stacked high with books, their ranks broken only by the large, stained glass windows. Rows upon rows of bookshelves across the floors offer even more volumes to those who set foot inside the library. A true scholar's delight.

For Amelia, though, the rows of books mean little. Without direction of where to start, it would mean little for her to delve into the complexities of new technologies or the rich histories of the many worlds from which the books come. She'll start in on them, someday, when she knows the best place to begin.

In a small alcove off the main entryway, there stands half a dozen polished wooden tables with matching high backed chairs with plush cushions. It is one of several, all of which have varying decor and furniture, but this one inspires the feel of the European Renaissance. Rich tapestries hang on the walls and a suit of armor holding a tall battle axe stands in the corner. The room makes Amelia feel more at ease, especially when she finds Viatorus Durant sitting at one of the tables with several large volumes spread out in front of him.

Although her entrance would cause no great alarm to him, she stops in the doorway and shuffles her feet noisily. No visible weapons hang from her belt, though the discerning eye would notice the two daggers still laced into her boots. She smiles in Viatorus' direction as she leans against the doorway. "Hard at work?"

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[rogueinladysclothing]

She'll do as asked, but only because it means she can pretend for a moment that he's not looking at her with concern. It falls right under 'pity' in her list of things she hates other people to feel for her. She's strong enough on her own - no one should have to be strong for her. Her eyes close, she takes a slow, deep breath, lets it out slowly, then opens her eyes. Nothing has changed, but she feels somehow... different about it. Not a lot, but enough.

"I suppose you're right," she concedes. "I've spent so much time dwelling on how things could go wrong that I forgot to wonder what would happen if everything I planned for them went right." A handkerchief is produced from one of her many pouches and used to wipe off her cheeks. There are still tears in her eyes, so she doesn't dare dab at them yet, lest they might start falling, too. "It's hard to remember things like that when you're completely alone, though."

[heirtothearcane]

It is. He'd agree with her but doesn't say so aloud for fear of being unable to stop himself pointing out that it's yet another reason for her to tell her family. Instead, he pats her arm again and then brings his hands together again to fidget.

"You're not alone. Not really. I'm here to help, even if I'm not any good at it. I'll try, and there are lots of really very friendly people around here."

[rogueinladysclothing]

"You're very kind," she says with a smile. And sweet. So different than her inventor friend anyone she's used to dealing with. "I'll try not to be a burden as we figure this out."

Feeling a bit better, she dabs at her eyes with her handkerchief before putting it away and standing. "I should be going, though. I have a few things I need to take care of still today. Whatever 'today' means in a place like this, of course." There's a small laugh and a shake of her head at that thought. The Nexus was definitely the strangest place she's ever been.

She smiles once more before walking around the table to his side. Despite the confused look she's sure to get, she'll lean close and give him a very gentle kiss on the cheek. As she pulls away, she speaks softly. "I'm sure we'll see each other again soon." With one last smile, she'll leave him to his books, her echoing footsteps disappearing the moment she's outside the alcove door.