DWC August 2023: Ominous, Possibility
Thunder rumbled deeply overhead as glass rattled from the lighted chandeliers that very gently swayed, now giving way to forgotten particles of dust that sat up high within the rafters over the library halls and showered down nearly unseen to the naked eye here and there. As goes to show, that even the most thorough of custodians could never be immaculate in their work. There was always a nook or cranny somewhere, someplace; that even the most capable of hands and minds might not be able to reach entirely or even as often given the patterns of the day and how the sun sat, the clouds came, and so on and so forth as with weather and all such things.
Saedre felt a familiar tickle upon her nose and immediately reached into her pocket for her handkerchief, sneezing quite promptly into it just in the nick of time before getting it all over the book she was casually leafing through at the end of one of the aisles. No matter how courteous she was in keeping the sneeze contained and as quietly as possible, in a library where solitude was key, she still felt the gaze of some onlookers who were annoyed by the natural disruption to their studies and day to day, as if the inclement weather outside wasn’t causing enough of a ruckus as it was. Perhaps there was a time where she may have given the same look to another under the amassing pressures of approaching deadlines to midterms and final exams, and so, she could only let the discomfort roll off of her shoulders.
Before she could put the book away she had suddenly grown bored with, one of the library custodians approached with a well-polished cart and patiently waited for the elezen woman to set the book onto it instead of returning it back to the shelf. Understanding the process a million times over and the intent that the book would need to be properly cleaned anyway as a precaution before it could be returned to the shelf, Saedre surrendered the book with a gentle smile and a nod before she looked to the opposite end of the hall.
How long would it be before the storm would pass? She really didn’t have much of a reason to be here at the primary library as it was, but if she had spent another moment at her family home in silence, pondering on the worries of her family and the archonship she had wanted so badly for herself before, surely she would have driven herself mad. In truth, and only to herself had she come to terms and accepted, that even if archonship would be out of the cards for her after everything - well, then there would just have to be other possibilities now, wouldn’t there?
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