Literary Languish
Jan 25, 2022 20:29:20 GMT -8
Post by Sparky on Jan 25, 2022 20:29:20 GMT -8
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Clear weather and blue skies filled the massive windows and skylights of the Grand Library. Silence hung in the air, tranquil and calm. Barely broken by the shuffling of pages of scooting of seats. It was peaceful. Meditative. Dez wandered the aisles, quiet as a ghost. Violet eyes and delicate fingers combed the shelves. Checked to ensure every book was in its proper place. When one came to the cities largest birth of knowledge and literature, proper organization was important. It kept patrons from scouring the shelves for hours on end, churning through each spot to find what they were looking for. Each book had it's place. Each scroll, each artifact, every trinket of historical or scientific value indexed.
Such an abundance of stories both fact and fiction helped the young man feel more at ease. A deep breath in pulled with it the smell of bound paper. A specific scent that only book stores and libraries had. Indescribable, but pleasant all the same. Dez stowed the last of the books he carried and wandered his way back down the aisles. The Grand Library was massive. Magical signs translated the sections into different languages, and marked the paths towards various exits and alternate sections.
By now, the boy had memorized the route.
Days were slow, and free time was abundant. Simply luck of the draw, getting a boss that was more lenient. Part of it could very well be attributed to Dez's work ethic. The more likely reason was; He worked at a magical library. Many duties tended to themselves. So save for the odd moments when the blue-haired young man acted as a guide, little else was required. It simultaneously gave him ample time to relax, and also left him alone with his thoughts way too frequently. It was a shame the boy had no other coworkers he could talk to. Pass the time in that manner.
Well, he still had books he could read to fill the space. And of course, the young Amari also carried various journals to sketch and scribble into. Not a perfect set of time wasters, but they did their job. There were a handful of individuals that he enjoyed speaking with, but they came infrequently. One especially was delightful to talk to. Always came with exciting tales and newfound discoveries.
Maybe one day he too would have his own stories? Silly to think about. The young Amari wasn't fit for adventuring any further than the local market. But in his daydreams, the blue-haired mage managed to be something more. Free from the overwhelming pressure of his older sister. Separated from reputation, from legacy. Free to be and do whatever he wanted. The boy's dreams were far more freeing than reality. But that's all they were. Dreams.
It only took a few minutes to return back to the front desk. With a heavy huff, he slumped back into his chair. Something about today felt as though it was going to be exceptionally long. That sensation was not one he looked forward to. Days that dragged always wore him down the fastest. Sun filtered through the skylight above, filling the building with natural light. By all accounts, it was pretty. Peaceful. Soothing. And yet, somehow, inside, the young man felt an intense urge to get out. To move. He was antsy. Or, rather, stir crazy. Dez's chin fell into his awaiting hand, resting it there while amethyst eyes scanned the building. Only a handful of patrons could be seen. He could count the number on one hand, and all already busied with whatever they'd already found.
Nothing better to do, the boy instead found himself gazing at the front door expectantly. Hoping that perhaps someone interesting would come through. Vyridel students were all in classes. In fact, most individuals were probably already at work. Dez sighed. Puffed up a bit of his hair with a breath, and let it fall back over his eye. It's really gonna be one of those days, I guess... He mused. If the head librarian was around, at least the two could have a bit of a conversation, but as if to add insult to injury, Mr. Reyas was out on business. What business a librarian had outside of a library, Dez had no clue. So, with a wistful gaze turned longingly towards the doors, he almost found himself begging for someone to come through.
Such an abundance of stories both fact and fiction helped the young man feel more at ease. A deep breath in pulled with it the smell of bound paper. A specific scent that only book stores and libraries had. Indescribable, but pleasant all the same. Dez stowed the last of the books he carried and wandered his way back down the aisles. The Grand Library was massive. Magical signs translated the sections into different languages, and marked the paths towards various exits and alternate sections.
By now, the boy had memorized the route.
Days were slow, and free time was abundant. Simply luck of the draw, getting a boss that was more lenient. Part of it could very well be attributed to Dez's work ethic. The more likely reason was; He worked at a magical library. Many duties tended to themselves. So save for the odd moments when the blue-haired young man acted as a guide, little else was required. It simultaneously gave him ample time to relax, and also left him alone with his thoughts way too frequently. It was a shame the boy had no other coworkers he could talk to. Pass the time in that manner.
Well, he still had books he could read to fill the space. And of course, the young Amari also carried various journals to sketch and scribble into. Not a perfect set of time wasters, but they did their job. There were a handful of individuals that he enjoyed speaking with, but they came infrequently. One especially was delightful to talk to. Always came with exciting tales and newfound discoveries.
Maybe one day he too would have his own stories? Silly to think about. The young Amari wasn't fit for adventuring any further than the local market. But in his daydreams, the blue-haired mage managed to be something more. Free from the overwhelming pressure of his older sister. Separated from reputation, from legacy. Free to be and do whatever he wanted. The boy's dreams were far more freeing than reality. But that's all they were. Dreams.
It only took a few minutes to return back to the front desk. With a heavy huff, he slumped back into his chair. Something about today felt as though it was going to be exceptionally long. That sensation was not one he looked forward to. Days that dragged always wore him down the fastest. Sun filtered through the skylight above, filling the building with natural light. By all accounts, it was pretty. Peaceful. Soothing. And yet, somehow, inside, the young man felt an intense urge to get out. To move. He was antsy. Or, rather, stir crazy. Dez's chin fell into his awaiting hand, resting it there while amethyst eyes scanned the building. Only a handful of patrons could be seen. He could count the number on one hand, and all already busied with whatever they'd already found.
Nothing better to do, the boy instead found himself gazing at the front door expectantly. Hoping that perhaps someone interesting would come through. Vyridel students were all in classes. In fact, most individuals were probably already at work. Dez sighed. Puffed up a bit of his hair with a breath, and let it fall back over his eye. It's really gonna be one of those days, I guess... He mused. If the head librarian was around, at least the two could have a bit of a conversation, but as if to add insult to injury, Mr. Reyas was out on business. What business a librarian had outside of a library, Dez had no clue. So, with a wistful gaze turned longingly towards the doors, he almost found himself begging for someone to come through.