Closed Getting Lost in Words

Cyrus had a free moment and had decided to find a spot to read one of his favorite poetry books, the works of Edgar Allan Poe. He had an old, dogeared copy of it he had grabbed from the bottom of his trunk and he had wandered the castle until he found a good spot tos it down and read for a while The spot he eventually settled on was a sunny windowsill with enough room to sit comfortably, up on the fifth floor. He sat there with a nice view of the grounds and warm sunlight against his side as he immersed himself in the familiar words he loved so much. He settled in as he read the poems he'd read many times before, still marveling at how the words seemed to have a slightly different meaning each time.

Rosalind was excited. Well, she was often excited, but she was especially excited today. She'd been wandering the school's corridors, looking for Cyrus in particular. She'd written a poem, and she was really happy with it. It had taken her nearly all break to get together and it was experimental which meant it was adult and important. Rounding a corner, Rosalind spotted Cyrus and approached. She felt a second spark of excitement at the fact that he was reading Edgar Allan Poe - someone who wrote really cool poems, in her opinion - but put it to the side as she stood in front of Cyrus. "Hey Cyrus! How are you? Did you have a good break?" She was pulling something out of her pocket as she spoke, eager to show what she'd been working on.

Cyrus was caught up in his reading and didn't notie Rosalind approaching until she spoke. He held his finger at the part he was at, then looked up at her with a slightly distracted smile. "Oh, hello." He said, happy to see his friend despite the poetry interruption. "My break was good, how was yours?" He asked her politely, though he kind of wanted to go back to his reading.

"Break was good," Rosalind said with a downward inflection. "But I wanted to show you something. I wrote a poem and I'm pretty proud of it," she said proudly, not really recognising that he'd rather continue reading, even though she'd been in a similar situation herself plenty of times. "Do you have time now?" she asked cheerily.