Timestamp: Summer 61, 515 AV
Talya had made her way back to the library within the early hours of the day. She had searched the shelves as she had done on a few previous occasions, following the titles upon the spines of the leather-bound books with the tip of her fingers, as much as the flow of her dark eyes. She had picked several off the shelves- a number of them being those she had found before, but hadn't had time to finish browsing, skimming, or generally reading through. She found a few new things as well, before shuffling toward the center of the library, where all the light seemed to pour in through the windows. Where all the chairs and tables and desks, and other people seemed to be. Although a few walked through the rows and stacks of books of scrolls, in search of their own sources of information. They moved silently; their steps sounding in soft clicks or muffled thuds against the floor only occasionally, as they moved farther along their rows in search of more. Talya, meanwhile, had made her way over to an unoccupied rectangular table at the right side of the great room. It seemed to be made of a dark wood like maple, and had no sort of adornments. No carvings. It was just a simple three foot by another two foot long thing, that stretched about three feet off of the ground. The four chairs at each of its ends were much the same. She doubt they would be comfortable as they bore no cushions, but she felt as though it would do all the same, and the Ethaefal set her books down on the table.
When they had settled softly onto the wooden surface, Talya pulled her seat back with her right hand, while clutching the long, flowing black cotton fabric of her dress, pulling it away from her suede leather boot laden feet, so that she would not trip upon it as she settled comfortably into her chair. Squirming a little until her comfort was optimized, at which point she glanced over at her small stack of books, and drew them a little closer so that they would be easier to reach. Their shadow crawling over her hands as she pulled the top book off the stack. It was a novel entitled The Darkest of the Gods, which she supposed could involve notes upon Rhysol, as well as some of the other more mysterious gods and goddesses, or at least deities with more tumultuous domains- Zulrav, perhaps, as he reigned over storms, or Ivak, who held domain over the ever chaotic element of fire. Or perhaps, it could be something else entirely- something more to do with their believed personalities than any other aspect of their entities.
Talya set the book in front of her, and turned over the cover, opening to a set of blank pages. Yellowing paper with frayed edges, as though each had been ripped as opposed to cut, before finally being set into place; bound by whomever did that sort of work. With a sigh, she turned through the next few pages, which involved a table of contents, which she didn't so much as bother to read before moving on, into the first set of chapters, which involved Akajia, goddess of darkness, shadows, and night. She skimmed through this, as it was of some interest her, when someone else walked by, the sound of their steps distracting her from her reading. She followed the person's silhouette with her eyes. She could tell that it was a woman from the long length of her flaxen hair, the way she bounced with each of her steps. Her hair was bound into a tight series of long, pigtail braids, which came to end at the center of her back. They were tied with pink bows that matched her frilly pink dress, and bright pink heels. Talya was amazed to find a person that looked like her here, and found that the sight distracted her so much from her reading, that she continued to watch as the woman sat down at a table not far to her left, and began to flip through a book. She wondered if it had pictures in it, to make her time easier.
Talya stifled a chuckle as she watched the delicate movements of the woman's tiny hands. The slight quiver of her pale lips as her light blue eyes searched the pages. She concentrated so deeply upon this woman, taking in every nuance of her movements, and of her overall appearance that she could discern from where she sat, that eventually, her aura came into view. It was a faded pink, something like the shade of a person's cheek when they blushed, or applied makeup to them. It swirled hurriedly around her, as though it were in a rush to get some place, although it was bound to her and could go no where. It smelled faintly of roses and jasmine. Perhaps a little honeysuckle or mint. The scent caused her nostrils to flare pleasantly, as she caught the sight of petals dancing within the aura, if only she looked closely enough. They appeared as though they could belong to a tulip. She heard a faint snipping sound too- as though someone were cutting something, but she knew not what. She couldn't taste anything associated with the aura, and determined that she would have to draw her conclusions only from what she had already discerned.
Talya decided quickly, as her pupils dilated, and her temples began to throb dully, that the woman was a passionate one. Given to bouts and bursts of excitement, that soon died away if she was met with too much of an obstacle. She guessed also, that she liked flowers, or at least the smell of them. Maybe a few perfumes involving the elements of a rose and like entities? Maybe she worked as an herbalist, and that was why she heard the snipping, as she needed to collect them to make her collections. Maybe she just liked gardening, and or making flower arrangements. Maybe she liked to gather them to make perfume because she worked in a perfumery, or maybe it was just a hobby. Maybe she liked to wear perfume and smell the flowers and tend a garden because it made her feel girly and pretty. Although she doubt the last one, she seemed to neat, her closes to well kempt and to clean for such things. But then again, some people did clean themselves up rather well. As the notion that this woman appreciated the finer things in life swept over her, Talya began to wonder all the more about what she was doing in a place like this. Maybe she was looking into the sort of herbs she should use for her next set of projects, or into the sorts of things that may go into her perfumes, she mused, as another person walked by, a man, which drew her out of her trance. Breaking her concentration and causing the aura to fade away.
Talya sighed. She breathed deeply in through her nose and out through her mouth as she studied her latest distraction, who was carrying a rather large pile of books. Greater than the one she had formed this time, which made her remember why she was in the library in the first place. Thus, she returned to her books; sticking her nose more deeply into them than ever before.
Talya had made her way back to the library within the early hours of the day. She had searched the shelves as she had done on a few previous occasions, following the titles upon the spines of the leather-bound books with the tip of her fingers, as much as the flow of her dark eyes. She had picked several off the shelves- a number of them being those she had found before, but hadn't had time to finish browsing, skimming, or generally reading through. She found a few new things as well, before shuffling toward the center of the library, where all the light seemed to pour in through the windows. Where all the chairs and tables and desks, and other people seemed to be. Although a few walked through the rows and stacks of books of scrolls, in search of their own sources of information. They moved silently; their steps sounding in soft clicks or muffled thuds against the floor only occasionally, as they moved farther along their rows in search of more. Talya, meanwhile, had made her way over to an unoccupied rectangular table at the right side of the great room. It seemed to be made of a dark wood like maple, and had no sort of adornments. No carvings. It was just a simple three foot by another two foot long thing, that stretched about three feet off of the ground. The four chairs at each of its ends were much the same. She doubt they would be comfortable as they bore no cushions, but she felt as though it would do all the same, and the Ethaefal set her books down on the table.
When they had settled softly onto the wooden surface, Talya pulled her seat back with her right hand, while clutching the long, flowing black cotton fabric of her dress, pulling it away from her suede leather boot laden feet, so that she would not trip upon it as she settled comfortably into her chair. Squirming a little until her comfort was optimized, at which point she glanced over at her small stack of books, and drew them a little closer so that they would be easier to reach. Their shadow crawling over her hands as she pulled the top book off the stack. It was a novel entitled The Darkest of the Gods, which she supposed could involve notes upon Rhysol, as well as some of the other more mysterious gods and goddesses, or at least deities with more tumultuous domains- Zulrav, perhaps, as he reigned over storms, or Ivak, who held domain over the ever chaotic element of fire. Or perhaps, it could be something else entirely- something more to do with their believed personalities than any other aspect of their entities.
Talya set the book in front of her, and turned over the cover, opening to a set of blank pages. Yellowing paper with frayed edges, as though each had been ripped as opposed to cut, before finally being set into place; bound by whomever did that sort of work. With a sigh, she turned through the next few pages, which involved a table of contents, which she didn't so much as bother to read before moving on, into the first set of chapters, which involved Akajia, goddess of darkness, shadows, and night. She skimmed through this, as it was of some interest her, when someone else walked by, the sound of their steps distracting her from her reading. She followed the person's silhouette with her eyes. She could tell that it was a woman from the long length of her flaxen hair, the way she bounced with each of her steps. Her hair was bound into a tight series of long, pigtail braids, which came to end at the center of her back. They were tied with pink bows that matched her frilly pink dress, and bright pink heels. Talya was amazed to find a person that looked like her here, and found that the sight distracted her so much from her reading, that she continued to watch as the woman sat down at a table not far to her left, and began to flip through a book. She wondered if it had pictures in it, to make her time easier.
Talya stifled a chuckle as she watched the delicate movements of the woman's tiny hands. The slight quiver of her pale lips as her light blue eyes searched the pages. She concentrated so deeply upon this woman, taking in every nuance of her movements, and of her overall appearance that she could discern from where she sat, that eventually, her aura came into view. It was a faded pink, something like the shade of a person's cheek when they blushed, or applied makeup to them. It swirled hurriedly around her, as though it were in a rush to get some place, although it was bound to her and could go no where. It smelled faintly of roses and jasmine. Perhaps a little honeysuckle or mint. The scent caused her nostrils to flare pleasantly, as she caught the sight of petals dancing within the aura, if only she looked closely enough. They appeared as though they could belong to a tulip. She heard a faint snipping sound too- as though someone were cutting something, but she knew not what. She couldn't taste anything associated with the aura, and determined that she would have to draw her conclusions only from what she had already discerned.
Talya decided quickly, as her pupils dilated, and her temples began to throb dully, that the woman was a passionate one. Given to bouts and bursts of excitement, that soon died away if she was met with too much of an obstacle. She guessed also, that she liked flowers, or at least the smell of them. Maybe a few perfumes involving the elements of a rose and like entities? Maybe she worked as an herbalist, and that was why she heard the snipping, as she needed to collect them to make her collections. Maybe she just liked gardening, and or making flower arrangements. Maybe she liked to gather them to make perfume because she worked in a perfumery, or maybe it was just a hobby. Maybe she liked to wear perfume and smell the flowers and tend a garden because it made her feel girly and pretty. Although she doubt the last one, she seemed to neat, her closes to well kempt and to clean for such things. But then again, some people did clean themselves up rather well. As the notion that this woman appreciated the finer things in life swept over her, Talya began to wonder all the more about what she was doing in a place like this. Maybe she was looking into the sort of herbs she should use for her next set of projects, or into the sorts of things that may go into her perfumes, she mused, as another person walked by, a man, which drew her out of her trance. Breaking her concentration and causing the aura to fade away.
Talya sighed. She breathed deeply in through her nose and out through her mouth as she studied her latest distraction, who was carrying a rather large pile of books. Greater than the one she had formed this time, which made her remember why she was in the library in the first place. Thus, she returned to her books; sticking her nose more deeply into them than ever before.