Leslie Edevane
If we lose heart, we won't have anything left.
I am here: Library, walking around where the books are
I am with: No one
I feel: Kinda embarrassed tbh
Leslie’s literature class had gone pretty smoothly. There wasn’t a whole lot to be done on the first day aside from explaining the course and assigning some readings. Maybe they’d prepare a short story for next year’s first class so they could dive right into things? They weren’t sure how much the students would appreciate that though.
Ah, but they were letting their mind wander. That was how they’d gotten into their . . . current situation. Queen Cordelia Academy’s new librarian was already facing a difficult challenge. They oversaw one of the largest and oldest libraries in the country. That in itself was more exciting than daunting for Leslie. But . . . when one lost a part of their body somewhere in the book-filled labyrinth, it became an issue.
It was just their left pinky. Small and insignificant enough to not even notice until they’d returned to their desk. Leslie still wanted it back of course. They hadn’t gotten used to how dulled their senses were in this new body. They’d gone back into the long rows of bookcases, trying to retrace their steps. They were mildly concerned about leaving the front desk for too long, though their heavy footsteps weren’t exactly quiet. Any student needing help of some sort likely wouldn’t have too much trouble following their ears. Or eyes, if they caught a glimpse of the light Leslie's crystalline hair threw about their surroundings whenever they passed in front of a window or light source.
Perhaps the finger would have been a bit easier to find if Leslie hadn't done their best to coat it, along with the rest of their body, in makeup to make it look like skin? Oh well. At least if someone else found it they could just follow the scream that would surely follow.
The Rain
Outfit - Same as pic((Out Of Cake?!: ))
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