Reading more than books.

Emerson Tyler walked into the library. The girl wouldn't even had known a library had existed if Penny hadn't pointed it out to her. Now the gymnast had books, lots of books. When not practicing for gymnastics meets, Emery was generally reading. She had massive stock pile of books under her bed.
Her light fingers skimmed over the old covers and Emery pulled out an old manuscript written in Greek... Interesting... The girl walked over to the chair and opened the manuscript. The velum crackled under her fingers as she read, her vivid green eyes looking down the page, reading glasses perched on the edge of her nose. It was an old record of the early days of the Greek culture and the dialect was very old. Emery was suspicious that the manuscript had been mis-shelved.

Emery's bright green eyes were fixed on a specific word... What did it mean? Emerson stood abruptly and moved over to the another shelf. The old manuscript levitated itself off of the table and followed her. Emerson had telekinesis, a common gift among the children of Hecate. Her's wasn't as strong as most, like her brother, but her shifting was faster. Emery could half shift... that and she was a notorious flirt and a kissing bandit. Emery pulled a English to Greek dictionary off the shelf and opened it, searching for a word. Finding it she put the massive dictionary back and she picked the levitating manuscript out of the air, turning a crackling page slowly.

The girl's brow furrowed and her lips moved soundlessly as she translated. Emery was pretty smart, not as smart as the Athena children, but smart enough to be considered above average. Emery's lips twitched with a wry smile as she closed the manuscript. It was an Epic that had been written long ago and the hero in the Epic seemed to be rather idiotic. She shelved the manuscript and moved to another part of the library, passing a boy with glasses, and picked up a battered copy of The Scarlet Pimpernel. She would have to check the book out of the library for she would not have time to read it here. Emery looked up and saw the boy with glasses and rather odd green eyes watching her, he seemed slightly bookish.
"Can I help you?" Emery asked, her tone slightly amused by the eyes that had been enlarged by his glasses. His behavior was slightly odd.

Emerson watched as the boy, Kaladin, reached up and adjusted his glasses. They made a slight noise as they swapped to his, what Emery guessed, was his regular prescription. She took his hand in a firm grip and shook it quickly. The gymnast had a good grip, she had lines of muscle on the back of her long legs and definition in her biceps.
"Emerson or Emery, depending on who you are," She said, letting go of his hand. Like most people here at camp, Emery's hands were callused from wielding a sword, hers more than others due to gym.
Kaladin's eyes were fascinating, but hidden mostly by glasses, as if remembering this she removed her reading glasses and slipped them into her pocket. The girl's hair was long and loose, it tumbled around her like a dark auburn waterfall.

Emery looked at the cane with mild interest and picked it up, then she slid the blade out.
"Nice," She slid it back in and leaned the cane sword back against the table.
"What make is it?" She placed her copy of her book on the table while pulling her binder out and looking at her school work. Emery was taking an online high school and she was about ready to finish up her senior year at age sixteen. Unfortunately that included writing a huge essay. A wall of dark auburn hair fell in between them like a sheet of water. Emery was trying her hardest not to flirt with the guy, what could she say Kaladin was attractive. Emery had a very nasty habit of flirting she had developed. It had gotten her into trouble most of the time.

Emery arched an eyebrow at the movement, "Jumpy today are we?"
Her lips twitched, as she looked up at Kaladin, he was staring at her again. She felt her cheeks redden and she made a note in her book before putting all of them away. She listened to him describe what the sword cane was made of before nodding.
"It is a very elegant weapon, who made it?"
She sat on the edge of the table, fixing him with her green eyes. They were slightly unnatural but that is what made them so enthralling. A pair of wide lips and massive eyes generally made a dangerous combination.

"Did you?" Emery asked, crossing her long legs. If Kaladin was being distracted by them, her shorts were not helping, neither was the pair of flip flops she was wearing.
"You did a brilliant job with it," She flashed him a smile. "Personalty I do not have the patients to build such a work of art."
She picked up the cane and twirled in lightly in her fingers before putting it back down. Emery had a fascination with weapons and her shifting skills only helped her be much more terrifying. Emery had not tried snake fangs yet and she wondered briefly if they would be poisonous.

Emery sighed, "I break anything I try to make. So your talent is quite impressive to have."
The girl was unaware of Kaladin's eyes checking her over from head to toe, due to the reflective sunglasses.
"I am openly envying you," She said with a slight smile, her legs swung back and forth, barely brushing the surface of the carpet with the tips of her flip flops. Her palms were pressed against the wood of the table. Emery was leaning back slightly.

Emery leaned forward slightly to get a proper look.
"That is brilliant," she offered him a smile, her hair turning a different color momentarily. It was a bit startling for people who didn't know her well, the generally gaped at her head for a few seconds.
"How long does it take to make a weapon like that?"
Emery liked lots of things book, weapons, guys, and chocolate. She happened to know all of those topics pretty well, but life liked to throw the occasional curve ball at her. This attractive, bookish boy may be one of them.

Emery grinned slightly at Kaladin gaping at her hair changing color. At least, she thought it was her hair. Emery couldn't quite tell due to the reflective glasses, for all she knew he could be goggling at her legs. Her eyes focused on the blade and her dagger hidden in her pocket, several moment's later, Emery had snagged him by the wrist.
"And if you had attacked me, hypothetically, I would do this and try and impale you." She grinned, "But I think impaling people is frowned upon in the library."

Emery grinned and let go, sitting back on the table, stretching her legs.
"Well, that was what was going through my head," She cocked her head to the side, her hair turning slightly red. Her eyes were fixed on his, "it's generally a habit I have when there is a weapon pointed at me."
She studied his face a for a few moments before standing and pulling her bag over her shoulder. Emery started walking towards the door, pausing for a second to allow Kaladin to catch up.

"If you want to continue our conversation then, yes." She said coyly, flicking a strand of red brown hair over her shoulder. Dang, there she went again, with the flirting. It was a horrible habit. But She enjoyed flirting, that was the bad thing about it. Her flip flops slapped against the concrete and the sunlight hit her in the eyes.