♥ feast your eyes on my display

[newworldlover.livejournal.com]

[There's a strangely attractive woman taking over your library today, Plane. Sirkka is indulging herself. On the long study table beside her, there's a setting of Earl Grey for four and some delicious chocolate-dipped cookie treats— all things she took from the community kitchen, of course. Sirkka has her long legs crossed over another chair while she sips her tea. She's enjoying her book too much to care about manners, even laughing every once in a while. Must be a comedy right?

Nah, just Twilight.]

This really is like secondary school.

[If one is as empathic as she is, they might detect a sort of dark, lingering thought beneath all of this that she's trying to distract herself from.]

Comments

[grand-gaia.livejournal.com]

That's what some people have said.

I guess. I don't see it as anything but normal.

[newworldlover.livejournal.com]

It sounds interesting. I don't have anything like that myself. You must be very talented.

[Which is a bit of a lie. She's a psychic godmod. But oh well.]

[grand-gaia.livejournal.com]

I'm alright, I guess. I don't think there are many practicing Venus Adepts anyways, so I can't really compare myself to anyone.

[newworldlover.livejournal.com]

Then you'll just have to keep experimenting, I guess. Only you know your own limits, anyway.

[grand-gaia.livejournal.com]

I've hit them a few times. Not fun.

[newworldlover.livejournal.com]

But you learned from it, didn't you?

[grand-gaia.livejournal.com]

The hard way.

[newworldlover.livejournal.com]

[teasing] You lived.

[grand-gaia.livejournal.com]

Somehow.

[newworldlover.livejournal.com]

I'm Sirkka, by the way.

[grand-gaia.livejournal.com]

Hehe. I'm Isaac.

[newworldlover.livejournal.com]

It's nice to meet you. [She holds out her hand. The one not full of tea.]

[grand-gaia.livejournal.com]

[And Isaac takes it firmly. With the hand not full of biscotti]