Wandering through the library, Azura wondered what sort of books she'd find next, and whether they'd fit in her cart. She chewed her lip a little, and continued to browse. The air here smelled nice; it was like vanilla and spice, soft pepper and honey and sharp ink smells. It was like wood on a wet day. Or something like that... It made her a little drowsy, whatever the case.
Still, she was excited! The books in her cart had red covers, blue covers, green covers, brown covers, and even a few yellow covers. The jackets, like the ones on the shelves all around her, ranged from shiny plastic, through dull matte paper, glossy new print, soft wooden-feeling cardboard, and crinkly recycled double-covers, all the way to worn cloth-bound manuals and tomes. She smiled, and pushed her reading glasses up her nose.
Her nail polish was chipped, and her bracelet clacked faintly. Both of these things were a bright plasticy rainbow of colors, bouncing quickly away from her face just as the sunlight did; glancing over freckles, glasses, smooth skin, and faintly golden eyelashes above bright, pure eyes.
This face was filled with a love of books and a dreamy expression as the girl looked hungrily around the library, knowing that she would be back in the next few weeks to get even more books. Yes, more of the sweet, beautiful things that she loved...
And all around, motes of dust danced above the wooden floor, the swift clacking of a mop was faintly coming from down the hall, and the air conditioner kicked on in the other side of the building. The woman manning one of the front desks was boredly scratching an eyebrow, and doodling across some kind of sketchbook. It appeared to be crosswords.
The faint sound of thumping books in shelves, pages turning with a quick wisp-sound of paper, and the sound of slightly-tacky sneakers on the floor, all clicked and snapped and hummed across the library.
Perfection...
Azura smiled, and headed to the front. It was almost time to get the last of her books, and go home...
Still, she was excited! The books in her cart had red covers, blue covers, green covers, brown covers, and even a few yellow covers. The jackets, like the ones on the shelves all around her, ranged from shiny plastic, through dull matte paper, glossy new print, soft wooden-feeling cardboard, and crinkly recycled double-covers, all the way to worn cloth-bound manuals and tomes. She smiled, and pushed her reading glasses up her nose.
Her nail polish was chipped, and her bracelet clacked faintly. Both of these things were a bright plasticy rainbow of colors, bouncing quickly away from her face just as the sunlight did; glancing over freckles, glasses, smooth skin, and faintly golden eyelashes above bright, pure eyes.
This face was filled with a love of books and a dreamy expression as the girl looked hungrily around the library, knowing that she would be back in the next few weeks to get even more books. Yes, more of the sweet, beautiful things that she loved...
And all around, motes of dust danced above the wooden floor, the swift clacking of a mop was faintly coming from down the hall, and the air conditioner kicked on in the other side of the building. The woman manning one of the front desks was boredly scratching an eyebrow, and doodling across some kind of sketchbook. It appeared to be crosswords.
The faint sound of thumping books in shelves, pages turning with a quick wisp-sound of paper, and the sound of slightly-tacky sneakers on the floor, all clicked and snapped and hummed across the library.
Perfection...
Azura smiled, and headed to the front. It was almost time to get the last of her books, and go home...
