8th Ashan 716
The first floor didn't contain books on the subjects that Maebella was particulaly interested in but it was fascinating place to be all the same. She would often find herself perusing the titles, trying to guess at their contents and sometimes if she had a chance, she'd flick through one or two but they were practically incomprehensible to her. It was like something in another language and one day, she hoped to be able to understand them, especially as she had a flair for languages. If she could learn to understand a completely different language then she could learn something a bit technical in her native tongue.
Not being able to comprehend what she was handling was handy though because it allowed the young Eídisi to keep her mind on the task at hand rather than getting distracted and sitting down to absorb new knowledge. The temptation to do such a thing was always strong - she really needed to exercise greater discipline - and so being on the first floor helped her to keep her mind on her work. One day, she'd be enrolled in the Academy again and when that day came, she could peruse as many books as she wanted and nobody could say that she couldn't. However, a library clerk secreted a way in a corner with their nose in a book tended to be frowned upon.
There were a number of shelves near the entrance way where discarded books were left to be sorted and there were one or two dotted elsewhere on each floor. It was to this area of disorder that Maebella stood, organising the books into small groups according to where they were shelved, making it easier for her to carry around a stack of them to one location rather than running back and forth for every book. She had just gathered the first such stack of weighty tomes - six in all - into her arms when someone strode into the Atheneum and effectively slammed the door behind them. The sound of feet was also excessive so that the young woman almost dropped the books she was carrying in horror. She couldn't believe that anyone would dare enter with such complete disregard for others. This was a place of study, of quiet introspection, not a place for young men to come thundering in as if they owned the place.
Setting her load back down on the shelf with a soft thump, the Eídisi practically marched towards him, overly aware of the soft click of her shoes on the floor. It would be the height of hypocrisy if she succeeded in making as much of a racket as him, thus, she tried to keep her steps as light as possible. She stopped beside him and folded her arms across her chest, taking grim satisfaction from the fact that they were about the same height.
"Excuse me, but this is a library. You can't expect to come in here in such a fashion, disturbing everyone in the process. Have you no respect for academic endeavour?" she questioned in a low murmur, her voice cold as she regarded the young man before her. He seemed to be an adult, at least by physical human standards, although she certainly saw reason to doubt his maturity. Mae was still considered to be a child by her own race's standards but really she was past her adolescence, it was hardly fair to refer to her as a child. She certainly seemed to have better wits than this human although that was to be expected. Of course, perhaps first impressions were deceiving. Given that he was a human, and a male one at that, she doubted it. Everyone knew that humans were inferior in intelligence to the Eídisi but the men were the lesser specimens of their race.
If this one asked her for something, she'd be ill pleased. Goodness knows what had brought him in here but she felt like it couldn't be particularly academic. It was more like he'd wandered in on a sightseeing tour given the noise he'd made.
Not being able to comprehend what she was handling was handy though because it allowed the young Eídisi to keep her mind on the task at hand rather than getting distracted and sitting down to absorb new knowledge. The temptation to do such a thing was always strong - she really needed to exercise greater discipline - and so being on the first floor helped her to keep her mind on her work. One day, she'd be enrolled in the Academy again and when that day came, she could peruse as many books as she wanted and nobody could say that she couldn't. However, a library clerk secreted a way in a corner with their nose in a book tended to be frowned upon.
There were a number of shelves near the entrance way where discarded books were left to be sorted and there were one or two dotted elsewhere on each floor. It was to this area of disorder that Maebella stood, organising the books into small groups according to where they were shelved, making it easier for her to carry around a stack of them to one location rather than running back and forth for every book. She had just gathered the first such stack of weighty tomes - six in all - into her arms when someone strode into the Atheneum and effectively slammed the door behind them. The sound of feet was also excessive so that the young woman almost dropped the books she was carrying in horror. She couldn't believe that anyone would dare enter with such complete disregard for others. This was a place of study, of quiet introspection, not a place for young men to come thundering in as if they owned the place.
Setting her load back down on the shelf with a soft thump, the Eídisi practically marched towards him, overly aware of the soft click of her shoes on the floor. It would be the height of hypocrisy if she succeeded in making as much of a racket as him, thus, she tried to keep her steps as light as possible. She stopped beside him and folded her arms across her chest, taking grim satisfaction from the fact that they were about the same height.
"Excuse me, but this is a library. You can't expect to come in here in such a fashion, disturbing everyone in the process. Have you no respect for academic endeavour?" she questioned in a low murmur, her voice cold as she regarded the young man before her. He seemed to be an adult, at least by physical human standards, although she certainly saw reason to doubt his maturity. Mae was still considered to be a child by her own race's standards but really she was past her adolescence, it was hardly fair to refer to her as a child. She certainly seemed to have better wits than this human although that was to be expected. Of course, perhaps first impressions were deceiving. Given that he was a human, and a male one at that, she doubted it. Everyone knew that humans were inferior in intelligence to the Eídisi but the men were the lesser specimens of their race.
If this one asked her for something, she'd be ill pleased. Goodness knows what had brought him in here but she felt like it couldn't be particularly academic. It was more like he'd wandered in on a sightseeing tour given the noise he'd made.