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ʟɪʀᴀᴇʟ ([personal profile] postcog) wrote in [community profile] voicetest2014-09-06 01:04 am

Setting is a library | Canon is The Old Kingdom Trilogy Series



The library is...impressive. Not like her own, the Great Library, carved into a mountain and full of hidden passages (and deadly creatures). Still, it's full of books she has never seen. None of them have magic in them, but all the new information she was finding made it up for it in spades. Lirael had never read about the things she was reading now, and such as her curiosity she could very well ignore the fact she had found herself on a weird place, most likely away from the Glacier. Or maybe she entered a room that had another library inside? It could happen.

Noises blur out, people blur out. It's just her and the books. She likes it that way; silent, neat, ordered. If she focuses on it she can spend a little longer in here without freaking out.

Not freaking out is very important.
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[personal profile] lesserkey 2014-09-06 07:29 pm (UTC)(link)
The intrusion of some distant, faint sound is probably all the more noticeable for the silence that had come before. It is squeaky, too regular to be that of a mouse or rat. As it continues and nears, she might recognize it as the sound of some kind of wheeled cart. Presumably, someone or something coming with a load of books. There's plenty of time for her to retreat and observe from a less obvious vantage, if that's her preference.

The person pushing the cart proves to be a young man frowning in consternation at the shelves. He doesn't recognize them, and he thought he knew the archive he started working for just a few months ago very well. As he slows to a halt, a dog of some sort, dull gray, short-haired, trots alertly to his heel with its ears tipped forward.

"Can you go get the map for this section?" It's phrased as a question, but by the expectant look and the way the dog immediately runs off the way they came, it was really a command. Kai takes the opportunity to scan the nearest shelf, perplexed.

"'Palladian Grammar and Metaphysical Appropriations'?" He says out loud to himself, at an appropriately hushed volume.