[ It's hard to not notice Viktor at the Academy. Alina, whose education was largely self-taught and sourced from a library that had more religious texts than science books, can hardly follow the lectures, let alone the spirited questions and heated discussions he manages to start with the professors.
She isn't really here to learn though. She's here to find someone. She pokes her finger on one of the points of the antlers hidden beneath her scarf pulled around her neck and hanging loosely to cover her head. A fabrikator had put them there. Perhaps one could be the answer to this little problem.
The campus is busy enough that she doesn't really have to make an effort to pretend that she's not following him. She's not subtle anyway, and neither is the way she moves from chair to chair across the library until she is seated at his table. ]
makes this an april catchall too and you can't stop me (ii)
She isn't really here to learn though. She's here to find someone. She pokes her finger on one of the points of the antlers hidden beneath her scarf pulled around her neck and hanging loosely to cover her head. A fabrikator had put them there. Perhaps one could be the answer to this little problem.
The campus is busy enough that she doesn't really have to make an effort to pretend that she's not following him. She's not subtle anyway, and neither is the way she moves from chair to chair across the library until she is seated at his table. ]
Are you a scientist? An inventor?