Post by Vimara Jahnavi on Nov 15, 2017 18:43:19 GMT
Leather boots patted softly across the polished wood floors of the library, almost silent among the palpable hush of the bookshelves. The smell of old paper filled the air, and floating motes of dust drifted through the sunlight like tiny fairies watching over this sacred place. Up and down the rows walked the reed-thin young woman, posture impeccable even under the large stack of books she carried that towered almost up to her eyebrows, only the smallest sliver of her dark eyes visible over the top.
It was work as usual in the library this afternoon--young students from the magic and mathematics schools hardly ever cleaned up after themselves, and when they did they didn't even manage to put the books back on the correct shelf. This meant that someone with a more discerning eye had to go through to put away the books that had been left open on every surface as if a tornado had gone through. Where someone else might have been bored, Jahnavi didn't mind--the silence around her was a balm to her turbulent mind, as was the accuracy required for the task. While focused in on something so painstaking it was easy to set aside her own history lessons, or the home sickness that seemed to pounce on her in any moment when she left her mind unoccupied and undefended.
Just as she turned the corner into the next section, a rustle and a thud from the shelves behind her caught her attention. She whipped around, a scowl already forming on her face as she headed towards the source of the sound.
"Is the book damaged?"
It was work as usual in the library this afternoon--young students from the magic and mathematics schools hardly ever cleaned up after themselves, and when they did they didn't even manage to put the books back on the correct shelf. This meant that someone with a more discerning eye had to go through to put away the books that had been left open on every surface as if a tornado had gone through. Where someone else might have been bored, Jahnavi didn't mind--the silence around her was a balm to her turbulent mind, as was the accuracy required for the task. While focused in on something so painstaking it was easy to set aside her own history lessons, or the home sickness that seemed to pounce on her in any moment when she left her mind unoccupied and undefended.
Just as she turned the corner into the next section, a rustle and a thud from the shelves behind her caught her attention. She whipped around, a scowl already forming on her face as she headed towards the source of the sound.
"Is the book damaged?"
