~strides in quickly, finds a table in the corner, lonely, tosses her bag on the table, glancing suspiciously at the other people in the library and is satisfied that no one will bother her. She begins running her fingers along the books on the bookshelves, taking out a few and returning to the table. She smiles as she reads, muttering particularly good phrases to herself~ -- Library

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Date Posted: 16:15:53 05/09/01 Wed
Author: Fyre
Subject: ~strides in quickly, finds a table in the corner, lonely, tosses her bag on the table, glancing suspiciously at the other people in the library and is satisfied that no one will bother her. She begins running her fingers along the books on the bookshelves, taking out a few and returning to the table. She smiles as she reads, muttering particularly good phrases to herself~

~totally absorbed in the books, ignoring any other distraction, class-free for the moment, she flips thru the books. She runs her fingers over a particularly good drawing of a dragon, and anyone nearby can realize that she's reading a book of dragon history. Facinatingly she takes notes, scribbling quickly with an eagle-feather quill and blue ink. Closer and anyone could plainly see that it wasn't notes she was taking, but drawing a spectacular picture of a dragon. She continues flipping thru the books, each one a book on dragon history, and looks around, quickly tucking the sketch away in a folder full of sketches of mysticals. Tucking the folder back in her bag, she places the books back, promises herself she'll return, and then gathers up her overstuffed bag, repositioning a thing that is protesting with muffled meows~ Sorry Midnight, ~she whispers~ but if you'd stop sleeping in my bag you wouldn't deal with that. Alright? ~she smiles at the sleeping kitty, and then quickly strides out of the library, whispering~ I'll have to get a copy of that Draconian History. It's a good book... ~she exits, thinking about her next story and maybe more sketches...~

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