27.Jun.13, 01:12 AM
Kira hesitated at the entrance to the library. She had only rarely entered, rather intimidated by the Masterharper that overlooked the place. He was old, but still had a ferocious temper, and didn't care for drudges around there at all. At least this time she had a valid excuse... though she was less than excited about having to actually see Warkhim. He seemed a touch unsavory, and that made her disinclined to be in his company, but what could she do now?
She had promised that she would see him in a sevenday, and her time was up.
Kira stepped in, keeping her head down respectfully to the workers that looked at her. Some were friendlier than others, but the majority were more willing to throw her out on her ear rather than let her intrude someplace she obviously didn't belong. Kira's fingers twisted together. One of the friendlier librarians who had helped her out the last time she went in was behind a desk. She approached and stuttered out Warkhim's name, and was given directions to his little section.
Slipping through the stacks, Kira paused to pick up a small book of dragon lore as she made her way to his desk. It wouldn't hurt anything to borrow it, and it was on her favorite subject besides. Most found dragons terrifying, or looked down on them as useless. Kira dreamed of the freedom of a weyr and escaping the familial duties placed on her in the Hold. A small grin escaped her as she tried to imagine what Warkhim would think of her if he knew. His distaste for her chosen preference of working in the Infirmary had been fairly apparent. This would undoubtedly double his distaste.
She peered in the little corner that had been designated as his, and saw him at his desk. Kira stepped in, giving a small curtsy of respect. It wouldn't do to be caught doing anything less, not here, not when she held onto her privilege of being in the library with all her abilities. But Kira didn't feel like saying anything at the moment, either. She didn't really care about her heritage, but it had been a kind gesture of the man and it might be interesting. Who knew what the man had dug up on her ancestors? Sometimes there was something worthwhile knowing.
With that, Kira gave a gentle smile towards him, and indicated that she was wondering if she could take the seat across from him. He seemed rather occupied with his books and scrolls. Perhaps even a bit irritated. She wondered what could have bothered the man, and if she was the cause of any of it. Even if she didn't care for Warkhim, Kira didn't want him to be upset with her.
She had promised that she would see him in a sevenday, and her time was up.
Kira stepped in, keeping her head down respectfully to the workers that looked at her. Some were friendlier than others, but the majority were more willing to throw her out on her ear rather than let her intrude someplace she obviously didn't belong. Kira's fingers twisted together. One of the friendlier librarians who had helped her out the last time she went in was behind a desk. She approached and stuttered out Warkhim's name, and was given directions to his little section.
Slipping through the stacks, Kira paused to pick up a small book of dragon lore as she made her way to his desk. It wouldn't hurt anything to borrow it, and it was on her favorite subject besides. Most found dragons terrifying, or looked down on them as useless. Kira dreamed of the freedom of a weyr and escaping the familial duties placed on her in the Hold. A small grin escaped her as she tried to imagine what Warkhim would think of her if he knew. His distaste for her chosen preference of working in the Infirmary had been fairly apparent. This would undoubtedly double his distaste.
She peered in the little corner that had been designated as his, and saw him at his desk. Kira stepped in, giving a small curtsy of respect. It wouldn't do to be caught doing anything less, not here, not when she held onto her privilege of being in the library with all her abilities. But Kira didn't feel like saying anything at the moment, either. She didn't really care about her heritage, but it had been a kind gesture of the man and it might be interesting. Who knew what the man had dug up on her ancestors? Sometimes there was something worthwhile knowing.
With that, Kira gave a gentle smile towards him, and indicated that she was wondering if she could take the seat across from him. He seemed rather occupied with his books and scrolls. Perhaps even a bit irritated. She wondered what could have bothered the man, and if she was the cause of any of it. Even if she didn't care for Warkhim, Kira didn't want him to be upset with her.