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whatishefightingforoutside
"This place is beautiful..." murmurs Iris to herself as she wanders around the school gardens. The weather was a little unseasonable, but the snow was falling gently and settling everywhere. It looked magical.
She wanders around appreciating at how pretty it is, a little aimlessly but definitely taking everything in. Unusually, she doesn't seem perturbed by the cold and is walking around without anything resembling a coat or cold weather gear.
inside
Books were something she hadn't encountered ever. She knew about them, but never did she think that she'd actually have to use them. Coming from an age where most information was digitized and easily accessible, there was something innately frustrating yet calming about opening books, turning the pages and absorbing the information. Did the people of this age enjoy this past time?
At any rate, Iris may be enjoying the books a little much and a little too loudly, giggling and turning the pages so much that there was the sound of paper in the air. (How does one even do that? Iris can, apparently.)
"This place is beautiful..." murmurs Iris to herself as she wanders around the school gardens. The weather was a little unseasonable, but the snow was falling gently and settling everywhere. It looked magical.
She wanders around appreciating at how pretty it is, a little aimlessly but definitely taking everything in. Unusually, she doesn't seem perturbed by the cold and is walking around without anything resembling a coat or cold weather gear.
inside
Books were something she hadn't encountered ever. She knew about them, but never did she think that she'd actually have to use them. Coming from an age where most information was digitized and easily accessible, there was something innately frustrating yet calming about opening books, turning the pages and absorbing the information. Did the people of this age enjoy this past time?
At any rate, Iris may be enjoying the books a little much and a little too loudly, giggling and turning the pages so much that there was the sound of paper in the air. (How does one even do that? Iris can, apparently.)
