Today would be the mark of a special occasion as this was not the first, but the second time Cereza had set foot into a library. Books really just weren't her thing. Whether they were picture books, culture books, cooking books, novels, nothing really made her want to read them. Cereza was very smart, but she was smart from having lived and experience, not for having read about it. In fact, the last time she had read something, she found herself fighting for control of her body from some stupid self proclaimed ancient goddess and that was just plain ridiculous. So, if reading wasn't the highest up on her charts of tasks, why exactly had she stepped into Kumogakure's fantastic library? It was a simply thought really. Cereza had thought of her husband. He was a teacher, a culturalist, a linguist, a learner. He loved book knowledge, rather than experience. So, maybe while they were here, Cereza could do something nice for him.
The library was larger than expected, though she did seem to prefer Kiri's library over this one. At least she could watch the fish go by or the occasional shark gobble up a meal. It's always funny when they run into the glass. A slight chuckle left her as she made her way along the rows and rows of books. She had to be careful, as they had been visiting here for quite some time now. How long had it been? Four months? Well, indication enough could be seen from her large, swelled pregnant stomach. You could definitely tell she was having twins. She looked like she was either close to, or about to pop. Still, she waddled along her way, no one really stopping her. She wore casual attire, not one usually befitting a Shinobi. It consisted of a simply blue blouse, loose black trousers, and simple reading glasses. Cereza didn't much care for them, but they looked good and helped her read. Rozan still thought they were fakes.
Cereza grabbed one or two books at random from the bookshelves, and sat down at a table, well, as best she could. Sitting at all these days was a challenge in itself. She felt two kicks to emphasize the point. Giving another quiet laugh, she rubbed her stomach to sooth her unborn children. "Yes, Mommy knows you two are ready to see her and Daddy. Just a little longer." Without anymore delays, she opened one of the books, that she thought was a book on pediatrics. It seemed like a subject that would come in handy for taking care of the two babies. Alas, as she opened one of the books, she became absolutely confused. "I...I can't read any of this. I know I can read! I specifically remember reading Rozan that embarassing story in the newspaper about his arm falling off in public, causing an old lady to keel over and hit a papaya stand. Why can't I read this!"
She stopped for a moment, completely having forgot this was not Kiri, and in fact, NOT their library. It was silly of her to assume she'd be able to understand everything here. Kiri had it's own language, so it's not unbelievable that Kumo would too. Cereza looked around the big library, wondering if she could get someone's attention to come assist her. Regardless, she would like someone to help her with this subject, and maybe help her understand some of this odd language so that she could read more than just the one book. She waved her hand around to gain someone's attention. "Excuse me, could someone assist me? I'm afraid I need some help reading this."
WC: 610
The library was larger than expected, though she did seem to prefer Kiri's library over this one. At least she could watch the fish go by or the occasional shark gobble up a meal. It's always funny when they run into the glass. A slight chuckle left her as she made her way along the rows and rows of books. She had to be careful, as they had been visiting here for quite some time now. How long had it been? Four months? Well, indication enough could be seen from her large, swelled pregnant stomach. You could definitely tell she was having twins. She looked like she was either close to, or about to pop. Still, she waddled along her way, no one really stopping her. She wore casual attire, not one usually befitting a Shinobi. It consisted of a simply blue blouse, loose black trousers, and simple reading glasses. Cereza didn't much care for them, but they looked good and helped her read. Rozan still thought they were fakes.
Cereza grabbed one or two books at random from the bookshelves, and sat down at a table, well, as best she could. Sitting at all these days was a challenge in itself. She felt two kicks to emphasize the point. Giving another quiet laugh, she rubbed her stomach to sooth her unborn children. "Yes, Mommy knows you two are ready to see her and Daddy. Just a little longer." Without anymore delays, she opened one of the books, that she thought was a book on pediatrics. It seemed like a subject that would come in handy for taking care of the two babies. Alas, as she opened one of the books, she became absolutely confused. "I...I can't read any of this. I know I can read! I specifically remember reading Rozan that embarassing story in the newspaper about his arm falling off in public, causing an old lady to keel over and hit a papaya stand. Why can't I read this!"
She stopped for a moment, completely having forgot this was not Kiri, and in fact, NOT their library. It was silly of her to assume she'd be able to understand everything here. Kiri had it's own language, so it's not unbelievable that Kumo would too. Cereza looked around the big library, wondering if she could get someone's attention to come assist her. Regardless, she would like someone to help her with this subject, and maybe help her understand some of this odd language so that she could read more than just the one book. She waved her hand around to gain someone's attention. "Excuse me, could someone assist me? I'm afraid I need some help reading this."
WC: 610