Post by Pear on Mar 24, 2015 15:00:47 GMT -7
Emmanina sits behind the checkout desk, her back ramrod straight as she stares intently down at the pages of a thick, leather bound book through the lenses of large, circular, wire frames. Her face is entirely impassive except for her brows, ever so slightly furrowed in concentration. The whole library is nearly dead silent, only the rustling of students and the loud ticking of a wall clock. These were often the times Emma cherished most in her day; the quiet, the smell of parchment surrounding her, the frantic fear of those less prepared for their studies trying to cram everything into their brains last second. But best of all was her nearly unrestricted access to all of the books, scrolls and anything in between. And if she was fortunate enough to finish her duties early, which lets face it, she pretty much always did, She got paid to read all of these beautiful works of art. If there was a Heaven, this was far superior to it.
