| ...there is a luxury in being quiet in the heart of chaos. -Virginia Woolf- | |
| Books are her solace and strength, her escape from awkwardness into knowledge. Sweet and smart do not make up for a comparatively plain face, and she has no suitors...at least, none that haven't been turned away by her shy, reticent nature. Kind and patient, her pupils adore her, not old enough to think they should feel sorry for a woman her age still unwed. Fond of flowers and animals, she has somehow maintained a gentle heart in a world where random violence is commonplace. Perhaps in that she is a treasure, but in truth she has had a little help. She does her best not to use the strange, inexplicable power, has in fact not used it for years. But just knowing it is there, to protect her in its haphazard, sometimes dangerous way, allows | |