When Encke had gotten into it about things like 'order' and 'chaos' and the way the world was supposed to work, and how that affected today's warfront, Celadon didn't know what to make of it. She didn't know, with any real precision, to whom those terms were supposed to apply. She could see how it looked like propaganda in one light, a philosophy in another light, and an excuse in the third light. It was such a thought experiment that she lost hours to trying to figure it out for herself. But, ultimately, she wasn't getting any answers. She was struggling to see why it mattered.
Today, she was to meet someone that Encke had suggested. Another knight whose name was unfamiliar to her. To this end, she thought the library was a good choice of venue, for they offered outdoor seating for their reading leisure and the climate was actually quite temperate that day. Certainly well enough that she could get away with an old short-sleeved shirt and a pair of sweatpants.
Beside her, on a cheap white outdoor table, sat a book titled The Unquiet Mind. She'd only just broken the surface of it, but could already feel some of the relief she usually felt when engaging with novels like it. It was, perhaps, what helped her make the decision to set aside some of the higher concepts of the war and focus on the ones that she could physically interact with and change. It didn't matter how the universe worked if she couldn't do anything to change it, after all.
She saw no problem with providing her civilian name (which was such a militaristic term for it, she thought) and phone number, as that seemed a better ice breaker than asking for Pendour to 'find the white-haired girl with the star-shaped sunglasses and an iced tea in her hand', which sounded more like spy novel rhetoric than reality.
stari_maga
a disjointed start, but a start nonetheless
