Papercuts Are Inevitable | The Library | Days 8-10 [OPEN]

[wingedapostle]

[ooc: this search is going to take place over three in-game days (days 8, 9, and 10), so please state in the post subject which day you want to go for!]

Answers have come, but not enough. She's remembered two more things since she awoke: the poisonous forest surrounding the pure land, and herself preaching peace to a crowd of people. Neither memory gives answers regarding the other, which leads her to the library's fourth wing. If in her memories she cannot find answers to her questions – Who is she? Who were those people? Why is the forest purifying the world? Why that urgent plea for peace? – then perhaps she'll find them in books.

That is, if she can find any that she can read. She's been here before, more than once, but she has never found a book in a language that she could understand. The languages in the many books she's looked over have all been beautiful-looking, but that doesn't help much when she doesn't know what they say.

She picks a bookshelf at random, and slides a book out of its place. Its cover is colorful and ornate, but a look inside reminds her that she's likely not going to have much luck on this search, at least not anytime soon. She puts it back with a sigh and takes another one out. This is going to take a while.

I think it turned ten o'clock but I don't really know | day 8

[sageprincess]

Grand Hall; Morning

"I've been waiting for you, Hero of Time."

It's a voice she recognizes as her own yet finds completely unfamiliar that pulls her out of the darkness and calls her to wake. A voice and the image of a boy with innocent blue eyes (too innocent for the burden he carries, she finds herself thinking though not knowing why) wielding a gleaming sword that shines in the light. He's important, that boy, that "Hero of Time," and yet--

The Oracle opens her eyes, and finds herself sprawled on the floor in the Grand Hall. Gone is the boy, gone is the stone temple he stood within, and when she gasps at the state of the Hall (wilted plants and ashes everywhere), her voice is the feminine one she knows to be hers and not the more masculine one she heard. Was it just a dream, then? Or a vision, perhaps? But, no, it felt too personal to be either of those...

Her quickening thoughts are interrupted as she pulls herself up from the ground, however, her attention turning to herself instead of the mess that surrounds her. Her white robes are stained black with soot, and a cursory glance reveals her hands and hair are covered in the stuff as well.

What in the world happened here?

Inner Gardens; Afternoon

Following the trail of dead vines leads to the gardens (and how fortunate she had that hint - she hardly remembers there being that many doors in the Hall), which the Fairest looks on with some relief. Even if its clear whatever fiery rampage wrecked the Grand Hall also made its way through here, being in the garden means there's water, and water means she can finally start getting the smell of smoke off of her and out of her clothes.

Should you be the type to frequent the lake, you might notice her shedding her headdress and outer robes and dunking them into the water, scrubbing them clean before hanging them out to dry. Or maybe she's tilting her head underneath the waterfall, running her fingers through her hair to get rid of the grime. Either way, don't expect to sneak up on her very easily, or get away with spying...

[ooc; can do action or prose - I'll match you!]