Prologue | The Smell of Paper | Cigyun & Retriever
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Bedroom suites with a motif of the moon, a library with a ceiling of the sun... it was charming really to see such diametric opposites in the same building. Cigyun finds herself quite taken with looking around the library. Even if the mural itself was quite eye-catching, she finds herself fascinated with just about everything else about the room too.
To see such a classy wood table in the same room as a chandelier that gave off the vibe of a disco ball? Whoever decorated this place seemed like a person she would love to have a cup of coffee with. She's at least led to believe that this room was likely to be owned and furnished both by the exact same person.
Her digits curl around a book on sales in the nonfiction section when she hears someone else enter the room. She quickly takes the book into her possession, intent upon giving the other space should they desire.
( Oh! This is one of the tallest people, isn't it? )
She does not hold the tome to her chest-- instead of positioning it in a meek manner, the way she slightly tilts it against her waist but cradles it against her forearm instead speaks more of poise as she stands up straight and tall and meets the gaze of the ghostwriter.
"Do you mind me doing some reading in this room or would you rather be alone?"
