Post by Deleted on Jan 8, 2016 2:14:59 GMT -5
The royal library was, by all standards, an absolutely impressive structure. The bookshelves upon bookshelves spreading about Shiro, standing from floor to ceiling and extending to a second level, contained more knowledge than the young man could ever hope to glean. Even in Sokoku, libraries were not often as abundantly stocked as this (mostly for fear of fire destroying the entirety of the collection), and though his father had a well stocked study, Shiro had never felt quite this overwhelmed by the possibilities of the written word before. To think, at one point in his life all of this knowledge would have been impenetrable to him, its language as foreign as these shores would have been. Now, Shiro was as competent in Archadian as he was in his own native tongue, and the possibilities opened up before him endlessly as he gazed about him at the massive collection of books.
Books that were, sadly, not his to scour and study at this point in time. He was here for Annemarie, one of the members of the house he served. She had requested he seek out a book for her among the holdings here, one on various plant remedies. Though he had written the title down, Shiro recalled it easily, and he might have inquired about it to one of the librarians if he hadn't wished to examine the shelves for himself.
With his hands behind his back, Shiro walked slowly and examined the shelves, studying the names and the order they were sorted into, not at all in a hurry to finish his errand and be done with the library. It was not often he had cause to come here, and he did so enjoy the quiet space, with its great light, towering shelves, and musty smells. A smile naturally formed on his lips and his finely-shaped eyes sparkled as he read the titles before him. No doubt he would enjoy himself for a few hours here, at least. Annemarie would not chastise him for taking his time with the errand, since she hadn't set a deadline for the book at any rate. That gave him as much time as he thought he could spare, and Shiro intended to use it.
Eyes falling on the title he was looking for, Shiro leaned forward and stretching onto his toes to reach the book. Goodness, how he wished at times he was as tall as the men here in Archades. As it was, he would have to content himself with looking like a child reaching for treats smuggled onto the topmost shelves of the larder. When he finally caught a hold of the book, he tucked it under his arm and continued to browse the shelves, again in no hurry, even with the object of his search firmly within his grasp. He would linger a few minutes still, and then be off.
Zianna Saavedra
Books that were, sadly, not his to scour and study at this point in time. He was here for Annemarie, one of the members of the house he served. She had requested he seek out a book for her among the holdings here, one on various plant remedies. Though he had written the title down, Shiro recalled it easily, and he might have inquired about it to one of the librarians if he hadn't wished to examine the shelves for himself.
With his hands behind his back, Shiro walked slowly and examined the shelves, studying the names and the order they were sorted into, not at all in a hurry to finish his errand and be done with the library. It was not often he had cause to come here, and he did so enjoy the quiet space, with its great light, towering shelves, and musty smells. A smile naturally formed on his lips and his finely-shaped eyes sparkled as he read the titles before him. No doubt he would enjoy himself for a few hours here, at least. Annemarie would not chastise him for taking his time with the errand, since she hadn't set a deadline for the book at any rate. That gave him as much time as he thought he could spare, and Shiro intended to use it.
Eyes falling on the title he was looking for, Shiro leaned forward and stretching onto his toes to reach the book. Goodness, how he wished at times he was as tall as the men here in Archades. As it was, he would have to content himself with looking like a child reaching for treats smuggled onto the topmost shelves of the larder. When he finally caught a hold of the book, he tucked it under his arm and continued to browse the shelves, again in no hurry, even with the object of his search firmly within his grasp. He would linger a few minutes still, and then be off.
Zianna Saavedra