Post by Sara on Feb 7, 2009 8:37:20 GMT -5
Kieryn Ahronian
[/color]Sometimes life looks more complete from afar...
...but it feels more complete from up close[/right][/font]
Kieryn was sitting in the library, his head in a book as it almost always was. When he was deep in concentration like this, he didn't notice what was going on around him – it was almost like he was in a trance of sorts. His brow was furrowed thoughtfully, and he balanced the book on one of the library's solid mahogany desks with his right hand. He tinkered with a pencil in his other hand, doodling at random on the front of his notebook. He'd only had that particular notebook for a few short weeks, but already it was covered – a sketch of the old tree down by the courtyard here, a few random designs there, and a few quickly-jotted notes down where he'd written his name and his class number.
Sitting back, he peered around the room. It was late afternoon, and the library was unusually crowded... Kieryn had no trouble guessing why, as it was report card week, and all the teachers were piling on all the last-minute work and tests they could. Kieryn, of course, didn't need to study, but he did anyways. Some could argue that he just had nothing better to do with his time, and others could argue that he was just a really organized person. Personally, though, Kieryn knew why he did it – he was too set in his ways. Once he'd discovered his power, he hadn't tried to figure out how it could come in handy – instead he'd acted like it wasn't there. Just like he hadn't even tried to make friends here – he was so used to being the outsider, the poor boy from the immigrant family. It was hard to teach an old dog new tricks, and though Kieryn was only sixteen, he considered the fact that he remembered every single thing that had ever happened to him enough to make him the oldest dog there was.
Kieryn was slightly irritated at the way the library was so full. Most of the people there didn't even want to study, they just wanted to hang with their friends. It really did ruin the studious environment for everyone else. He contemplated leaving, but then decided against it. He could always have headed down to Hudson River, and make a sketch of that little cove that he'd been dying to draw, but on second thought, it looked extremely cold outside, and Kieryn wasn't in the mood. He was, quite frankly, never in the mood for the outdoors, unless it was one of those pleasant spring days where it was exactly room temperature. Besides, he didn't even need to go back to the cove in order to draw it... he'd seen it once, and that was enough. His power was, in a way, taking over his need to actually get out there and live. But to Kieryn, someone who preferred to be on the outside, looking in, it was the ideal setup. He conjured up the image of the pale, misty, forest pool in his mind, and it appeared there with exact precision and detail. He smiled slightly, taking a blank sheet of paper, drawing while gazing straight ahead, into the memory. It must have looked rather odd, but that thought never ocurred to Kieryn. He was in the trance once again.
