Joined: 29 Sep 2015
"... Icarus was the young son of Daedalus and Nafsicrate, one of King
Minos’ servants. Daedalus was incredibly smart and so, he began thinking of ways he and
his son could escape the Labrynth."
Small Evangeline spun the book around, revealing a beautiful set of hand-painted pictures
depicting the mythological pair. Although the facility encouraged reading, it was
considered blasphemous to indulge in any sort of written word that went against the word
of the Christian God, and most books had been hidden away - but little Evangeline was a
smart thing, and had snuck her way into the good doctors office while he was giving a tour
of the asylum. She'd selected her favorite storybook from his many shelves and returned to
the library, where she had been holding a 'storytime' session once a week, for the younger
girls who couldn't yet read.
"Daedalus managed to create gigantic wings, using branches of osier and connected them
with candle wax. He taught his son Icarus how to fly, but told him to keep away from the
sun because the heat would make the wax melt. Together, they escaped the Labyrinth and
flew to the sky, free!"
She turns the page of the book, showing another image of the two, naked (as was the art
style back then) with glorious, almost angelic wings sprouting from their backs.
"Unfortunately, Icarus was too young and too enthusiastic about flying. He got excited by
the thrill of it all and found himself carried away by the amazing feeling of freedom. He
began flying high," She lifts a hand high above her head, "And then low, and high again,
over and over." Eva's hand follows the motion in a sort of 'wave' pattern.
Evangline Asmosia-Haste. Fifteen. Orphan.
Eidetic Memory. Female Hysteria.