[ In the wake of the briefing and the excess of information, as well as the inevitable, impending departure, Bellamy had retreated to the library. Clutched on his bicep is the little no-longer oozing baby, who seems blissfully oblivious to the change in situation. The library will still be in place when Bellamy gets back from Hyrypia, but Bellamy isn't secure enough in that knowledge to take the departure easily. Mount Weather had seemed secure once too, and it had been swallowed by a bomb. If Earth has taught him nothing, it was that everything is transitory to some degree.
The library's silence means sound carries. Bellamy's feet deviate from his planned path and stray towards the gentle thud of books on a shelf. He expects the Prince, maybe, or Lexa, but he pauses when he realizes it's Rhan. ]
What are they?
[ If Rhan means to leave them, it explains where so much of Prince's collection has come from. Bellamy takes a step closer, gaze dropping from the shelf to the overstuffed back at her feet to try to identify the items there. ]
iv. rhan, b.
The library's silence means sound carries. Bellamy's feet deviate from his planned path and stray towards the gentle thud of books on a shelf. He expects the Prince, maybe, or Lexa, but he pauses when he realizes it's Rhan. ]
What are they?
[ If Rhan means to leave them, it explains where so much of Prince's collection has come from. Bellamy takes a step closer, gaze dropping from the shelf to the overstuffed back at her feet to try to identify the items there. ]