A sense of peace

[Amalia Crowe]

Amalia sighed in contentment as she made her way through the gallery towards the Room of Relaxation. She nodded her head and smiled graciously to people she knew. With her favorite book in hand, she entered the room, entranced by sense of serenity. She walked slowly through the room, running her fingers across books and pictures. Finally she sat down in a plump chair located next to a window. The warm rays of sunlight washed over the room and illuminated Amalia's chocolate hair.


Why can't all moments be like this?, she wondered silently, smiling and gazing out the window

[Cameron Goodchild]

Cameron - dressed in tan pants, a black shirt with ruffles on the sleeves and collar, and a rather expensive jacket of red linen - walked silently through the gallery, admiring the pieces of artwork that were place throughout and some of which he'd given to the gallery himself. However, the hustle and bustle of the crowd was quickly becoming a bit of nuisance, so he made his way back to the room of relaxation. Upon entering, Cameron smiled at the amount of books that were present in the room. His smile was eye-catching and dashing.

"A fountain of knowledge for those seeking to know the mysteries of the world, for sure," he said, his voice a soft, low, rumble.

[Amalia Crowe]

Amalia looked up suddenly as she heard someone enter the room, and then a voice, snapping out of her long daze. She glanced over to see a man whom she had not met before.

"Real knowledge is to know the extent of one's ignoranc," Amalia stated, reciting a witty retort from a quote that she had once read.

[Cameron Goodchild]

Cameron looked over his shoulder to find the owner of the voice he'd just heard cite a retort to his musing. He continued to smile as he stepped over and leaned against a table, placing his hands in the pockets of his jacket. He knew that it wasn't proper to stand with your hands in your pockets, but Cameron'd had enough being proper for one day.

"Real knowledge is to know the extent of one's ignoranc,"

"This is true; I'm learning that a little more everyday. When I was a boy, I used to say that I wanted to know everything there is to know in the world, and my father used to say that quote to me all the time," he said, his smile never fading. "Ah, I must seem rude for not introducing myself. I am Cameron Goodchild," he said bowing.

[Amalia Crowe]

Amalia straightened a little more in her chair and smiled as the man walked over to her.

"Indeed. Your father was a wise man," she mused, smiling.