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Slowly, each step being a ease, Vivian strode down the cobblestone road, hearing her shoes make a light thud sound with every step. Today was a special day. A very special day because today was Vivian's day to obtain a book. Doesn't seem very special does it? Well, to Vivian reading was almost everything. Just to escape this world that she despises and to enter a new one that could possibly exist somewhere. Some place. Somehow.
Not many in her family could actually read. Her father, being a Merchant had to learn, had to be educated to earn money. So, he had taught his one and only daughter so that she could obtain the job when his time in this world was over. It was up to her to teach her little brother how to read and write so that when her time was done he could at least take over. This was the cycle that had to happen. That was going to happen and will always happen, unless something changed, but that was utterly almost indescriabely impossible. Vivian stood in front of the wooden building, listening to the commotion out in the streets. People yelling out prices, animals making noises, small children dragging their parents to a table selling sweets. This was where she was all day almost every day. Her bright grey eyes swept over the building, noticing small details such as the sign that hung from a black pole indicating that this was in fact the Library. An almost microscopic spider web in the corner of a bench. Such small details, but they screamed large things. She ran a hand down the front of her yellow dress, pausing at the pleats on the bottom, making sure to only run her fingers carefully, making sure not to run out the pleats. Tapping her yellow flats trimmed with lace twice on the ground to knock out any sand she climbed the two steps leading up to the library door. Delicately, with her slightly dirt stained hand she opened the door with a turn of the cool metal knob, taking a step into the library.
Instantly a musty smell came over her in a wave. Old books. Time itself was in here. It was an almost overwhelming feeling, but it was a nice feeling, one that she had gotten used to over the years. With light steps she nodded to the owner of the library like she had done so many times. So many times before, but this was the first time in months that she could actually get her hands on a book. A real book with a hard cover and possibly dismantled pages, but that was all part of what she loved about libraries. With a sweeping step she brought herself over to a window, dust collected on the sill. Light spilled in through the window, spraying the wooden floor in a yellow light. Vivian sat down on the sill, running a finger through the books on the shelves that were in reach from that spot. Picking a random one with a red leather cover and gold lettering, she settled down, her dress splaying out all around her as she opened the cover and began to skim the walls of text.

Yasmine pottered around the library idly, raking a hand through her hair as she went about returning books to their places. She had managed to pass off the bruise on her face a result of her being clumsy yet again, but the excuse was becoming to well used, and she could see the questioning in many of her co-workers eyes. She needed to change it up a little, otherwise they would catch on and she wouldn't have a chance in hell of escaping her fathers wrath if anybody found out about his abusive ways. It was bad enough as it was. She didn't need other people interfering.

She could handle it, right?

Fortunately she had quickly learned that long sleeved items would become her best friend. They hid her arms away, hid away the bruises and scars that lie there, inflicted upon her by the man that was supposed to protect her, not turn against her. Not hurt her like some sort of monster. She shook this off as she finished with that particular trolley of books, of which was now barren and empty, ready to be filled up once again. Lily. Another reason to remain quiet about the whole thing. It would risk him going after her younger sister, and Yas wouldn't be able to live with herself if something happened to the precious little girl. She was her one and only beacon that kept her going. Without her she would have surely given up by now.

Sighing, Yas returned to the front desk, sighing to herself as she scanned the library. She did love the place, she loved books in general to be honest. The smell a book gave off when you flicked through the pages, particularly the newer ones. That 'new book' smell if you will. After scanning the area once more, Yas slid into the spinny chair at the front desk, removing her current choice of book from beneath her paperweight, turning to where the page was folded over at the corner and beginning to read silently, the letting the quiet stillness of the library sink in, only to be disrupted by the turning of a page here and there by varying people that was scatter around.

Vivian turned the pages of the weathered down book vigirously, trying to find what she was looking for. What was she looking for? Adventure? Romance? Drama? She particularly didn't know, but she would find it, she knew she would. It would click in her mind. With both of her hands she closed the novel, not particularly interested in it any more. Her grey eyes scanned the cover once again, drawing an invisible circle on the cover of the book. Feeling, the red leather before putting it down on the windowsill beside her. Sighing deeply she bounced up from the windowsill, grabbed the book and hugging it to her chest protectively. Taking large steps that bounced her golden dress as she walked, she ventured over to another section, putting back the red leather bound book, grabbing another one, this time with a green cover. She opened it, flicked through the pages and then closed it softly. Nodding to herself, she walked to where the circulation desk was located, her stringy brown hair laying flat below her shoulders. Truthfully, she hadn't even taken a second glance at the book she already held. She didn't know what she wanted and she wanted a second opinion anyway. It was one of those thins where you would be happy with anything you got no matter what. That's the thing about books, they held so many things that you could take a chance and almost always be happy with what you found. As she moved towards the circulation desk she noticed that there was a girl behind it. Slightly older appearence than Vivian's own, she gaped at a large bruise that covered part of her face. Trying not to show her curiosity she opened her mouth and in a small voice asked, holding the green leather bound book in her hands, outstretched towards the lady "Um, do you have any more books like this one?," She averted the eye contact that was usually required to take to another person politely. Honestly, she didn't want to get judged on her appearence. She had dirt caked underneath her nails and on the roots of her hair, some small spots on her dress were stained, but she couldn't help it. She couldn't be spotless and clean all the time and she couldn't afford new clothes. Getting ridiculed by other people, even of the same class at times wasn't what she wanted. The lower key Vivian could get the better.

Great. Just great. While Kristion could be out in a date, hanging out with his best friend, honestly anything else but hanging out a library! Who the hell hangs out a library? But he was asked a favor and not by just anyone but by his mother. And while everyone else tends to get on his nerves, his mother is not one of them. So if anything he's here for her. Letting out a soft sigh he looked around and wondered how he was supposed to find some cook book when he's never been to a library before, never mind this musty old place. Pinching the bridge of his nose for a few seconds, he decided to go in quickly and maybe no one would even realize it was him at the library.

That plan was a complete fail.

Honestly, who the hell needs so many books?! He's been in here for about twenty minutes already, gotten lost, and probably found every single other book in the history of books except a freaking cook book. That's so fucking dandy. Gritting his teeth he resisted kicking over a shelf of books and took a deep breath as he composed himself again. This library was so fucking huge and there was not a single person who could help him?!?! Deciding their was no way he would find the book without help he set out on his new plan. Find someone, get book, and then leave as quickly as possible. Running a hand through his hair he set off through the aisles of books once more. It took him about ten minutes but he finally found a goddamned worked in this place.

"Excuse me?" He tapped on her shoulder softly. Damn she was short, he towered over her and had to look down to look at her. "Maybe you should find some more workers around here. Honestly, I haven't been more lost than I am now and the only person I can find is you." Not to mention only losers work at libraries. But he had a reputation to save and that meant being nice to whoever this chic was. Honestly hasn't she heard of conditioner before? And it's so fucking hot out while she's wearing long sleeves and is pale as hell. Calm the fuck down Dracula.

Yasmine's cheekbone with throbbing lightly. Not so much that she was in agony, but enough for it to feel annoying. Like a fly buzzing around her or something. She let her eyes skim across the words in the book, not wanting to get to carried away in reading in case somebody needed her. After all, she was at work. And she couldn't afford to loose the job. Her father had been out of work for...Well for who knows how long now. He was rarely home, so she couldn't be sure when he lost his job. The only reason she did know was the fact that his boss had dropped by the house to bring back a few belongings. From then on Yas had been providing for them. But most of the money went to drink for her father. However much she attempted to stop him, it never worked. She always ended up battered and bruised, so what was the point in trying?

Exactly. There wasn't a point.

Her gaze flickered up as she heard the small voice of a girl who must have been younger than herself talk, and she found the girl avoiding eye contact, so instead let her eyes drop down to the green, leather bound book she was holding in her hands. The girl herself appeared to be quite...Poor almost. But then again, who was Yas to judge? Being a libarian didn't exactly make her rich, and on top of that her own father beat her. She certainly wasn't about to go around making judgements about others, that was for sure. She could see the girls eyes rest on the bruise for only a moment, but simply shook this off simply nodding and offering a faint smile. "Of course." She murmured with a nod of her head, rising from her seat and gesturing for the girl to follow her, leading her through the rows of bookcases before coming to a stop near the window and bending down. "These two whole rows have those types of book that you're looking for. Feel free to take your pick. If you need any more help, come find me." She offered up, nodding her head and managing to remain friendly before backing out of the row and beginning to make her way back to the desk, pausing to glance around the library and check if nobody else had entered unseen to her.

It was when she stopped that she felt a faint tapping on her shoulder, and instantly she felt herself flinching, the stranger having touched one of her fresh wounds from the night before. Yas managed to cover this up relativley well though, instead turning around and having to literally tilt her head back to inspect the--tall would be an understatement-- guy that stood before her. "Maybe you just don't visit the library enough. It isn't that big." Yas stated with a shake of her head, lightly touching her sore cheekbone before sighing and plastering a 'I'm happy to help' smile on her face that was clearly fake as hell. "Anyway, what would you like?" She questioned, making sure to remain composed. She didn't like how tall he was. In truth it scared her. Because she knew he could overpower her easily enough. And she already got enough of that from her father.

The past few days had been a complete fuss over her marriage. Her brothers teased her about him all the time, her sister tagged along when she could despite here little understanding, her mother spoke about herself and to-be husband like she weren't sitting a simple two chairs away at the dining table, and her father spoke of nothing but the politics behind it. Esme had only met the boy this morning! She simply needed a break. To be entirely honest she wasn't sure he even liked her all that much, and that perhaps this wouldn't go as well as she would've hoped for, being married off for power that is. Basile seemed like a ... Well a very great person to say the least though he was a little on the calmer side. However maybe she just didn't know him well enough to know.

At any rate the point was that this time felt more than precise, to be out of the house and her families clutches was a weight lifted off her shoulders. With all the noise around all the time she felt like her ears were ringing nonstop moment after moment, therefore her choice in change of scene. The library. How much more peaceful could you get than a bloody library? Even the smell was soothing; The smell of old books, new books, just books in general brought Esme a soothing feeling that heels on tile never would. Truth be told if her family hadn't been blabbering about it since the announcement she would've been thinking about it. Why must Basile be such a mystery to her? Would the change the longer she spent with him and would she have to learn with a husband who kept to himself at all times? So man questions rolling through her mind, all these unanswerable questions surely couldn't be any good for her head.

Esme picked up her emerald colored skirts as she got up from the seat shed eased herself down into, deciding that maybe moving around, looking at titles, would be better to consume her time than thinking to hard. So she flittering down the isles and turned into one at first sight, a random pick. Esme wasn't sure what exactly she was looking for is anything but she defiantly felt more at ease with herself busying herself. In fact she even found one that interested her, even by just he spin she dropped her handful of skirts and took the book from its position on the bookshelf and wiped her hand over the covers, feeling just a bit of dust powder her palm. Dusting it off she turned the cover and skimmed the first page or so; Finally distracted.

It's been a while since Basile has stepped foot in a library. He never enjoyed being there since it was much too quiet there, and reading really wasn't his forte. Basile was a man of action, though this doesn't mean he's not smart, just he prefers brawn over brains. Moving on. The reason he was there in the library that day in particular was because he was looking for his wife-to-be. Oh yes, he knew she was in the library. How? Well one of her brother's told him that's how. As a good fiancé, he stopped by their estate to talk to her a little as a way of getting to know her only to find out she wasn't even there. You see that girl, Lacey, the one he spoke to back in the Harbor made him realize that even though it was an arranged marriage, Basile should do whatever possible to actually get to know Esme. It was probably a bad thing that all he could say so far about her was that she was beautiful, which she certainly was.

Walking into the library was awkward as he felt very much out of place there, and everyone who was already there knew he didn't belong there. Yet he walked with his head held high and a smirk on his face, winking at a few girls who gawked at him as he strode by their table. Naturally he was good looking so he would draw some attention to himself, and he was a noble, so there was that too. Realizing that Esme was not to be found by the tables, Basile venture warily through the aisles upon aisles of bookshelves. He glanced around, swallowing hard since he was sure he was going to just get lost. However, luck would have that he would find the girl he was looking for at the end of a certain bookshelf. With a slight grin, he walked over to her, keeping his footsteps light so that he was able to sort of sneak up on her.

"Why hello there, pretty lady," Basile said softly. He was casually standing beside her, leaning against a bookshelf as if it was something he did on a daily basis. Once Basile was sure he got her attention, he held out his other hand, holding a small purple flower out to her. "Would the pretty lady like a flower?" So it wasn't one of his best moves, or a move at all, but Basile was still figuring out how to approach. After all, he's never met a girl quite like her before.

Though she never got to read often you could say if was much more her style than quick action, an opposite to Basile though she didn't know that yet. It was an easy guess to say the least. She had made to set aside the book but felt rather compelled to remain in her current location. She decided that she may as well skim the first few pages if not just read standing straight up. It was not as long as she would've thought before having done so, however her shoulders suddenly tightened. She had yet to find his voice familiar so without fair warning Esme gave a quiet gasp of surprise, nearly dropping the book from her hands in the midst of doing so. To say the least it was not the most graceful. But to be fair as her eyes flickered over to see who it was that had spoken - well her fiancé had been the very last person she would've thought she'd see her. Not that she was planning to nearly far ahead into the future.

Before Esme could do more than slip the book she'd been skimming her soon-to-be-husband ha continued on; And darn she could feel her cheeks begin to color that rosy red they alway did she when she complimented. It took a moment to find her speech but it came to her finally, hands unsure where to rest in replying. "O-oh, Basile, I didn't ... See you. Um," Esme don't act so dim witted, you want him to like you not the other way around. she scolded herself, most specifically that last word. Um was unacceptable. Quickly as she could manage Esme righted herself, back straightening up and her flickering to the flower. "Excuse me, you just startled me is all. Thank you very much, it's lovely." She answered back, thinking to herself that that sounded much more professional. Much more ... Like a noble. Reaching out as nontimidly as she dared she wrapped her slim fingers around the lovely green stem of the flower.

By this time she had turned in his direction. She lifted the little flower up to her nose, taking a waft and finding herself smiling. It smelled not short of natural, the cool smell you get from water, but the warm one you get from summer. A nice canvas even for the smallest of things. Her eyes flickered back up to him over the purple petals, lowering it again. She looked genuinely grateful. She wasn't just sure what to say to him next but tried anyway because she felt like he deserved a bit more than 'thanks'. "That's very thoughtful of you." Lovely, because that wasn't the same thing stretched into five separate words.

Basile smiled, a wave of relief washing over him since she accepted the flower. Good, phase one of his plan was complete. Wait, plan? What plan? There was no plan. Basile doesn't come up with plans, he just follows them. What was he even thinking about now. Gods this girl was putting him into quite a tizzy, which wasn't natural since it was supposed to be the other way around. He was supposed to make her blush and be all over him, but look at him giving her a flower and being all charming. Nah, he was just being nice because it this was the only chance he would have to get to know her without their parents standing over their shoulders.

"Am I interrupting anything?" Basile asked. Leaning just a little more against the shelf, he continued. "I was wondering if you would like to grab a bite to eat with me. There are some nice little joints around here." Small places that weren't up to the standards of most Nobles though so Basile wasn't sure if Esme would actually like any of the places around there. Then again, he caught her in the library, so maybe she was full of surprises. Well, that was the whole point of this, to get to know her a little better so he won't be completely caught off guard when the wedding date came around. "If you are too busy, I don't mind if we set another day for this. I thought it would be nice to get to know each other a little without our parents monitoring every single one of our conversations." He shrugged, acting as if it was no big deal if she agreed to it or not.

Esme twirled the little flower around between her fingers, eyes reflecting a smile the more he spoke with her. Maybe Basile liked her a bit more than she had originally thought? Esme wondered to herself. "No, no you're not interrupting a thing. I'm just browsing around a bit." She reassured though doubted he would need reassuring much less care what she was on about. For that reason she continued; "I would love that actually. I swear my house has been in so much of a fuss lately they've forgotten to feed me." Esme giggled slightly, tucking bits of hair behind her ear. It was an over exaggeration of course but it mattered little to none, though she hoped he didn't think that it was true, that may result in an awkward explanation. Nonetheless she smiled at him.

This was actually going very nicely if she did think about it herself, or at least it felt like it was. He was trying to get to know her, which meant he did care, and of course that meant that she would be able to get to know him in return. Win: Win situation. "Besides," she piped quietly, afraid that perhaps she was over talking. Which was strange because she always spoke the right amount at the right time. With Basile she couldn't figure out how much that was though, "Besides, it's true about our parents peering over our shoulders. I don't know how they expect us to ever know each when they keep popping up there in our time." What time? Esme you've spent very little time together, that didn't need to be said.

"They forgot to feed you? Well then, we must have that taken care of immediately." Basile smiled down at Esme, a little surprised that she accepted his offer, but at least she was being reasonable. That was a good sign, wasn't it? A reasonable girl was much easier to handle than some wild rebel. Though Basile was hardly one to talk since he could be quite the rebel, but he went about it in a rather easygoing manner, meaning he would disobey his parents from time to time when it came to the small things, not to mention he was constantly pulling pranks just to keep himself entertained. Best not to let Esme know about that. She would probably just see him as immature.

Holding out his arm to her, Basile smiled charmingly down at her. "Exactly, which is why I thought this would be nice. Some time to get to know each other without our parents peering over our shoulders." Even though they haven't actually met a whole lot before this, it didn't mean what he said wasn't true. After all, Basile's mother and father has a way of making things tense and awkward, which was not the ideal condition to learn about someone. This way Basile would able to get to know the real Esme in a relaxed setting. "Would you like to go to the cafe? I heard they have some things we could eat there. I think."

Esme restrained herself from biting her lip, it was a nasty habit that she whenever she felt bashful or shy, sometimes even nervous. It was his smile that did it, so instead of that she flickered her gaze slightly down to the floor, but righted her manners and fluttered them back up to look at her fiancé through her light eyelashes. Then she found herself smiling back, taking his offered arm rather happily. “That sounds lovely, Basile, let’s go then.” she responded justly to his charming self. With that they began off, speaking here and there. Though Esme was still building up the skill of easy small talk she felt as if she did rather well on their out of the library. No doubt those women at the table that he had passed coming in were still eyeing him on the way back out too, but she ignored them. Having an arranged marriage granted you little right to feel jealously, I mean … How likely is it that their parents – who like everyone else, seat them together for political strength – had put together a pair of love birds. Of soul mates, if he even believed in soul mates she didn’t know, but hey anything could happen after all she hadn’t been able to think of him in a library prior to today.

(i shall post in the cafe next~)

(Kay :D)

Evanna ran up the wide steps of the library, the soft gray dress she wore billowing behind her. She wasn't necessarily late for her shift, it was more of excitement on her part, as was evidenced by the cool winds that blew throughout the Town Square. She planned to end her shift early so she could visit the Inner Village and hope to get a glimpse of Michael, her older brother today. There hasn't been a day when Evanna hasn't missed the boy who left his family behind to join the Royal Guard. It was definitely a prestigious position and she didn't have it in her to be unforgiving.

Turning the cold knob and quickly opening the door, Evanna slowed her steps inside and took a moment to breathe in the sweet smell of old paper and dried ink. It was not the silence of the library that attracted her - though she always respected that - but the words and pictures that floated there in that silence that made the library her very own sanctuary, a place to hide and be safe. And Evanna was hiding indeed. Neither her father nor her older sister Reece, both blacksmiths, were aware as to where Evanna actually was. They liked to be believe that their little girl was at home, doing some harmless knitting. And Evanna doesn't tell them otherwise.

Ariana came quietly into the library after her shift at the café was over. She liked reading well enough, though it wasn't her favorite pastime. Mostly, she came to the library for the peace and quiet it always held. Being a quiet person, Ariana found herself right at home amongst the huge shelves filled with knowledge. Today, she wandered through the encyclopedia section, her eyes skimming the volumes and volumes of information. Some encyclopedia sets were old and faded, their covers worn from countless fingers touching them, and their shiny gold letters nearly all chipped away. Some sets were new and shiny, printed in bright colors. Others were anywhere between the two conditions.

Ariana trailed her fingers along the books' spines as she meandered past. A through Ei. Eh through Ki. Kn through Na. She didn't take anything off the shelves; she simply walked through the alphabet over and over, and when she reached the end of the aisle, she turned around and did it again, one shelf higher.

Ariana jumped at Cameron's voice. She whirled around and, seeing him at the end of the aisle, couldn't stop a small smile from appearing on her face. "What do you know about reading, anyway?" she asked of him, half teasing and half embarrassed that he had caught her 'fondling' encyclopedias. "I've never seen you read anything." She wondered what Cameron was doing at the library. Surely there were better places a nobleman could spend his time. Anyway, she was glad to see him. The rational part of her brain couldn't fathom why this was so, but Ariana's reasoning skills seemed to fly away whenever Cameron was around. "I was hoping to see you today," she admitted.

Ariana smiled. "I concede. So you know a few things about reading. It's not my thing, either, but I do find the peace and quiet here comforting." She ambled down the aisle towards Cameron, still brushing her fingers along the encyclopedias. She glanced at him flirtatiously out of the corners of her eyes.

Whenever Ariana was with Cameron, there was a small part of her brain screaming at her. Cameron is way out of your league, it would say. There is zero chance of you two ever being a 'couple'. You are a silly, naïve girl and the best thing you can do is break this off right now. Besides, Ariana had a few theories about Cameron's true nature. She was fairly certain that she wasn't the only girl in his life.

But, as was said before, her logic always fled in the dizziness of his presence. The foremost part of Ariana's mind completely masked the cynical portion, leaving only Cameron and flirting with Cameron and being with Cameron. "And of course you came to the right place," Ariana added, lowering her voice to match her coquettish glances.

Vivian graciously followed the young librainian around and through a maze of book shelves, locating the perfect one that seemed to encase the types of novels that she was looking for. Again, she really didn't know what she was looking for, altogether just a book to take her mind off of things. While listening to her heart beat inside her chest, matching the rhythm of her footsteps, differanciating from the footsteps of those who were a much more fast pace and light in front of her. She wondered. She wondered ever so casually who was this girl? What kind of life did she hold? Was there anyone special? What was her story? Stories. That's all the world wanted right? That's all that the world wanted to tell. If no one got to tell their story, then what was the point of even living and breathing in the first place? To live a nonsensical life and offer no one your consolence or sheer humor. Who would tell the world of your accomplishments, even something so small as milking the cow today. That was an accomplishment. It was a story untold.

Once to the bookshelf that apparently held the same type of books that was encased in the small green leather bound book that had at first caught her eye, she nodded and smiled her gratitude, mumbling a quiet "Thank you,", but still holding a sweet smile on her ivory face. Turning her head so that her brown strings, that acted as the function of hair, but in truth you could pluck them as a harp they were that type of texture. She watched as the girl walked back to her desk, but was stopped. Very rudely in fact. Turning her head, but keeping the two people in her perferial vision as to have them not notice that she was in fact watching them very closely. She put a finger on the bounds of novels, releasing small particles of dust that had gathered onto them as years went by, their stories being told by many different perspectives and voices. She smirked to herself. It was so absolutely wonderful to hold such things in your hands such as books. Such a wonderful, melancholy joy. There were so many, yet so very little time to get to read them all, but still her heart yearned to read them all. If only she had enough time to. With her family going on a rapid decline and money becoming a struggle, she couldn't afford risking losing the book in the hectic life that she had grown accustomed to. Picking out a simple, black leather bound book with red entitlings, she opened to the first page, recongizing the yellowing pages and creased corners. Signs of a well done book. Of a well read one. She put two slightly blackened by the labors of dirt into the space that had occupied the book before her and opened it wider, sliding the green book into that slot, pushing it all the way in. She smiled, but not before hearing some remarks where the girl that had been to kind as to direct her and not judge her to where she could be happy. Thankfully that very tall man that she had been talking to hadn't done anything to her. The bruises on her face, let alone who knew where more were, but she didn't think she wanted to find out. She quickly ducked and bounded off around the other side of the bookshelves, waiting to see what would happen.

Evanna walked around the library looking for people who might need help. Though, in her opinion, getting lost in a library was quite an inviting notion. Sitting in front of the fireplace, reading a good book with hot scones bought from the nearby bakery. But things like this don't happen to those whose parents don't roll in money, and Evanna's blacksmith father certainly didn't.

Walking through the bookshelves, she came upon a girl who seemed curious but the sneaky look on her face somehow suggested to her not a good kind of curious. Evanna was usually too timid to speak up but somehow she found her voice and asked her, "Can I help you?"

sтερн wrote: ""Of course," Cameron said, winking. If she knew anything about his unspoken reputation, she did a good idea hiding it. It never occurred to him that maybe she was too infatuated with him to logical..."

Ariana reached where Cameron stood and stopped very close to him. She looked up and met his eyes with her even gaze. "After all, who would pass up some time with me?" she teased. Generally, this wasn't true. Most people were unnerved by Ariana because of her power to manipulate shadows. She knew that part of the reason that she had no friends of her own class was because of her power.

((Ack. Sorry it's short.))

♬ ☮ Priya ♀ ♏ {Smoke and Starlight} ☠ ☯ wrote: "Evanna walked around the library looking for people who might need help. Though, in her opinion, getting lost in a library was quite an inviting notion. Sitting in front of the fireplace, reading a..."

Vivian almost jumped back a couple of feet before she caught her bearings again and then smiled at this girl who seemed a little lost and timid. She clutched the purple leather bound book to her yellow, lacy clad dress and smiled, but then pointed at the librarian who had helped her earlier and whispered "Do you see that woman? She has been awfully nice to me earlier, and that man next to her, I have a bad feeling about him. I want to make sure she doesn't get hurt," She made sure to keep her voice low, just in case someone would have over heard her. That would have been a hectic experience, not only did she have a fear of people pre-judging her for her appearnce, but also because she was spying on people. This really did not leave a good impression decision on her part. Once, she realized that she might have given that impression, she felt her face get get luke warm and knew her cheeks were flared up in a bright red blush out of pure embarrassment.

Evanna looked over the girl's shoulder and saw the people she was talking about. "They seem perfectly fine to me. What made you think so?" She asked, pushing strands of her purple hair away from her face.

sтερн wrote: "((Don't care :P Quality, not quantity.))

"That's a very good argument," Cameron said, still having a small, sly smile on his face. Really, who would? She was a very attractive woman, with interest..."

A slight smile tugged at Ariana's mouth as Cameron's gaze dropped to her lips. She enjoyed having this sort of power. Ariana was pretty and she knew it, but she didn't often flirt because most of the boys she had access to were either afraid of her or disgusted by her. They would probably be even more disgusted to know that she was having a relationship with a noble, no less. But Ariana pushed hers and Cameron's class difference out of her mind for the time being. She reached up and put one of her hands on his shoulder, resting it there gently.

Ariana stretched on her tiptoes and brushed her lips against Cameron's neck. "Depends on how many people want to read encyclopedias today. Or fondle them," she said softly into his ear. She actually didn't think they should stay in the library at all. There were too many people, and even quiet sounds could be heard from a ways away.

((Should they go somewhere else?))

((Yeah. Definitely fade out.))

((Sure.))

((Evanna and Vivian are still watching them ._. At least go to some back or more secluded part of the library, they can't be doing everything standing like that ;D ))

((They are? I was totally unaware of that :P ))

((My innocent Evanna would be permanently scarred after that :D))

((I'm confused. Ariana's not a librarian either.))

Ariana followed Cameron with a silly grin on her face. She could feel the eyes of others in the library following them out, but she didn't spare them a glance. She wondered, though, what they thought - a merchant girl and a nobleman, leaving together to go who knows where and do who knows what. A disgrace to their families, surely. In that moment, Ariana didn't care one bit.

(( ._. Vivian was watching Yasmine ahh haha, I can totally atune to her watching Ariana and Cameron if that works better or whatever, hah I'm so sorry *cries*))