dì​sì​; the red shoes.

[bytwo.livejournal.com]

[River is sprawled out on the ground - again, let's be honest, she's done this sort of thing before - with multi-coloured markers and a book of fairy tales stolen from the library on the Plane. On first glance she appears to be annotating it; on further inspection, it becomes clear that she's not so much annotating as editing, crossing out whole sections and writing new ones in the margins, pointing out fallacies, and occasionally drawing diagrams. She's fixing it, you see! Making it better. It may or may not be a very valuable edition.

You'll thank her later.]

Comments

[bytwo.livejournal.com]

Not ruining. [River is all kinds of patient in explaining this, as if it's very very obvious.] Fixing. There's faults in the reasoning.

[elegantthestars.livejournal.com]

That doesn't make them any less someone else's. [kneels beside her, watching] Maybe they have their reasons for writing it that way.

[bytwo.livejournal.com]

[Starting to sound a little annoyed.] They were in the library.

[So that makes it okay!]

[elegantthestars.livejournal.com]

[patiiiiiiiiiient] Then they belong to the library, don't you think?

[bytwo.livejournal.com]

[Your patience, it is useless in the face of River's River-ness.]

Doesn't belong. [As if that's incredibly obvious and Inara should know that already.]