October 24, 2013 by Lyn
The three of them had taken to spending a lot of time in the Library.
It had started sneaking there in pairs their first year, but, as their second year had unfolded, Jamian realized they were spending an evening a week or more there.
After a bit, he began to wonder who they were hiding from.
None of them were collared anymore; Shahin had Emrys, and they didn’t seem inclined, thankfully, to pick up another Kept. Kai had Conrad. And Jam… Jaya had Arnbjorg.
That being said, it was Thursday night, and he was leaning over a table – he for a moment again, and it was beginning to feel like he was only ever male in the Library – whispering over their homework and gossiping about the new kids.
“Did you see what happened to Abednego?” Shahin’s voice had that melodramatic tone to it that made everything sound like the most portentous thing ever.
“What about what happened to Abbadon?” Kai didn’t have that art. She managed a little squeak at the end that sounded horrified, though. “I thought Genevieve was safe.”
Jamian looked up. There was nobody around, but there was a series of floating note cards.
Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego: Religion and ancient stories, this direction. An arrow suggested where they could go.
The Angel Abaddon, likewise religion and ancient stories. The arrow on this one was larger.
Also Saint Genevieve, Religious figures.
“Oh, but we’re not talking about…”
“Kai,” Jamian hissed, but the Librarian had another card ready.
Then please go to the appropriate section to discuss gossip. The arrow pointed at the exit.