rewrittenmemoriam
Rosalina is no idiot. She, being a librarian, knows the faces of the people who frequent her library and what books they like. She also knows the people who come to the library just to get some peace and quiet, and doesn’t disturb them unless they seem troubled.
From the second floor, as the sun sets and her glass ceiling leaks with beautiful pink and orange rays of light, she eyes the young girl with the pencils and drawing pad. Looking at the books in her hands, she quietly walks down the stairs and approaches the girl with a warm smile.
“If you like, I have some books on illustration. Would you care to see one?”
Namine had gotten off work early and as usual, she decided to visit the library for a bit before heading home for the evening. She took her usual spot in the back of the library, where she could draw freely and peacefully. Of course, she could have gone home to do so, but with the Summer Festival happening, her parents were prone to throwing large parties each night.
Hunched over a sketch, Namine hums to herself before hearing a voice. Looking up, she moved a lock of hair from her face.
“Oh, really?”
“Sure - thank you.”
