It was the day after the meeting down in the library and Eulalia was still among the Water Tribe. It was one thing to train for the day and go down there to be presented with the masks and duties. It was another now that the actual day had arrived. She had felt excited about the prospect of seeing the rest of the world beyond the many rivers of the Water Tribe. Now she couldn't make herself go. As much as she disliked all the water, she supposed she would miss the place after all.
The Fire's paws padded softly on the floor as she traced her steps back down to the empty library. Every shelf, every corner, had to be filled with the history of the B'alam. Seemed like an impossible task now that she was down here for the handful of Chroniclers to do on their own. But it wasn't like they could instruct the help of others. They had to witness the stories on their own and write them down in their own words. Than come back here to drop them off for all B'alam everywhere to come and read at their leisure. That was both nerve-wrecking and exciting. They wouldn't be her original works, but people would still be reading her words. She hoped she could do a good job at recording it all properly. What if she got the story wrong? Or misinterpreted it? History would be wrong when it should be accurate. It wasn't like she was recording history from hundreds of years ago. It would be fresh. None of it had even happened yet.
Eulalia sat down in the middle of the library and continued to look around at the empty shelves for a while.
Thalion
