Speech | Thoughts | Winter 5, 513AV
The smell of old books was losing its distinction.
Too many cold hours cramped up in the library, squeezing in short study notes and break at every chance that could possibly be taken, and often finding herself hiding behind a nook or cluttered shelf as she entertained herself with the most random topics.
For the most part, it was a fun enough pass time, and a way for Arysana to refine her skills in looking busy and feigning focus, but she didn’t shirk her responsibilities when the work that was to be done was a requirement, not Elsie’s way of keeping busy by inventing problems and seeking unneeded solutions to help the chimes go by quicker.
The cart of books to be shelved that she’d been handed was one of the older few, with rickety wheels that earned her too many ‘hushes’ and ‘shushes’ for a member of the staff, and a nasty habit of inflicting splinters from the slightest of brushes.
“Religion and magic,” she murmured to herself, eyes scanning over the titles and markings of the book, happy enough that her job was to merely put them where they belong, and not the horrendous task of actually going through the mammoth of a logbook to ensure that each text had been dealt with properly.
Books were a marvel, and treated with the utmost care – after all.
Since Arysana’s registration to the Academy, she’d noticed that her little slice of library shared many of the same books. She was half surprised to find such, sense slowly seething and working into the thought as she considered the likelihood of books being transcribed once a certain age was reached, and gifted to other institutions.
Even more so, Sana thought, given that studies in culture and history was only suggested by a few teachers of the Dawn Tower, and even then, it was more so that student knew where it was that what they learned came from. Something about knowing a understanding a magic’s place and how it added in clearing the mind and learning to control it. Or something or other, that was; Sana wasn’t one to listen too keenly when Armitican went on his rants, he being the only history endorsing professor that she had the displeasure of working with.
Sana drummed the handle with her hands for a moment, rocking on her heels as she thought on the next act. Was she to wonder the aisles in search of the section required, making noise all along the way, or was she to seek the correct sector and return?
Or, in simpler terms, and the way that Sana herself thought of it: how much did she want to annoy people?
Too many cold hours cramped up in the library, squeezing in short study notes and break at every chance that could possibly be taken, and often finding herself hiding behind a nook or cluttered shelf as she entertained herself with the most random topics.
For the most part, it was a fun enough pass time, and a way for Arysana to refine her skills in looking busy and feigning focus, but she didn’t shirk her responsibilities when the work that was to be done was a requirement, not Elsie’s way of keeping busy by inventing problems and seeking unneeded solutions to help the chimes go by quicker.
The cart of books to be shelved that she’d been handed was one of the older few, with rickety wheels that earned her too many ‘hushes’ and ‘shushes’ for a member of the staff, and a nasty habit of inflicting splinters from the slightest of brushes.
“Religion and magic,” she murmured to herself, eyes scanning over the titles and markings of the book, happy enough that her job was to merely put them where they belong, and not the horrendous task of actually going through the mammoth of a logbook to ensure that each text had been dealt with properly.
Books were a marvel, and treated with the utmost care – after all.
Since Arysana’s registration to the Academy, she’d noticed that her little slice of library shared many of the same books. She was half surprised to find such, sense slowly seething and working into the thought as she considered the likelihood of books being transcribed once a certain age was reached, and gifted to other institutions.
Even more so, Sana thought, given that studies in culture and history was only suggested by a few teachers of the Dawn Tower, and even then, it was more so that student knew where it was that what they learned came from. Something about knowing a understanding a magic’s place and how it added in clearing the mind and learning to control it. Or something or other, that was; Sana wasn’t one to listen too keenly when Armitican went on his rants, he being the only history endorsing professor that she had the displeasure of working with.
Sana drummed the handle with her hands for a moment, rocking on her heels as she thought on the next act. Was she to wonder the aisles in search of the section required, making noise all along the way, or was she to seek the correct sector and return?
Or, in simpler terms, and the way that Sana herself thought of it: how much did she want to annoy people?
