28th of Summer, 516 AV
Wright Memorial Library was one of Minnim's favorite haunts as of late. He found it calming to be amongst the sweet smell of old books and the silent, dedicated scholars. It felt safe, as no one questioned his aged appearance or his odd manner of speech. It felt almost as though he were normal when he went to the library.
Of course, he wasn't. He was undead. But no one needed to know that.
Minnim nodded politely to the ancient woman at the front desk, who nodded back without halting her speach in stern, hushed tones with a young man. He passed through the entryway to the library then, finding himself in the wide open space before shelves and shelves of books. They spanned as far as he could see. And to think there were multiple floors full of knowledge! They were just waiting for someone with enough time to take advantage of it all, and find the secrets hidden within.
Glorious!
Minnim carried forward, even his soft footsteps nearly creating an echo in the vast building. He passed by the volumes of history, and those of astronomy and wilderness survival. He needed none of this guidance. What he was looking for was a simple book on weaving patterns. Indeed, he would find it. The Wright Memorial Library had many counts of books- the reliability of which varied greatly. But amongst the mess of old diaries and shyke attempts at discovery, there were a few golden guides, written to help him further his practices. And with all the time in the world, Minnim was there to find them.
He turned down an aisle at random, scanning the books on the shelves with his head tilted sideways. There were many untitled, beaten books carefully and lovingly shelved, while others sported fancy calligraphic titles such as Tales from the Wilds . Coming to the end of his isle Minnim turned about, his black cloak fluttering behind him despite the Summer heat. He made his way down two more isles before he spotted a book with promise.
It was simply titled Weaving Patterns, which was hopefully exactly what he was looking for. Upon opening the front cover Minnim found a note scirbbled on the title page from the author; a young pycon had written the book, and wished the reader know his knowledge passed down by generations. Flipping through the pages, the majority of the techniques were rather basic, but there were various notes scrippled in the margins, adding helpful tidbits and notes.
"Yes, yes..." Minnim mused aloud, "This will do nicely, I do believe."
And with that, he twirled around once more, headed for a clump of tables nearby at which he could study his find.
Wright Memorial Library was one of Minnim's favorite haunts as of late. He found it calming to be amongst the sweet smell of old books and the silent, dedicated scholars. It felt safe, as no one questioned his aged appearance or his odd manner of speech. It felt almost as though he were normal when he went to the library.
Of course, he wasn't. He was undead. But no one needed to know that.
Minnim nodded politely to the ancient woman at the front desk, who nodded back without halting her speach in stern, hushed tones with a young man. He passed through the entryway to the library then, finding himself in the wide open space before shelves and shelves of books. They spanned as far as he could see. And to think there were multiple floors full of knowledge! They were just waiting for someone with enough time to take advantage of it all, and find the secrets hidden within.
Glorious!
Minnim carried forward, even his soft footsteps nearly creating an echo in the vast building. He passed by the volumes of history, and those of astronomy and wilderness survival. He needed none of this guidance. What he was looking for was a simple book on weaving patterns. Indeed, he would find it. The Wright Memorial Library had many counts of books- the reliability of which varied greatly. But amongst the mess of old diaries and shyke attempts at discovery, there were a few golden guides, written to help him further his practices. And with all the time in the world, Minnim was there to find them.
He turned down an aisle at random, scanning the books on the shelves with his head tilted sideways. There were many untitled, beaten books carefully and lovingly shelved, while others sported fancy calligraphic titles such as Tales from the Wilds . Coming to the end of his isle Minnim turned about, his black cloak fluttering behind him despite the Summer heat. He made his way down two more isles before he spotted a book with promise.
It was simply titled Weaving Patterns, which was hopefully exactly what he was looking for. Upon opening the front cover Minnim found a note scirbbled on the title page from the author; a young pycon had written the book, and wished the reader know his knowledge passed down by generations. Flipping through the pages, the majority of the techniques were rather basic, but there were various notes scrippled in the margins, adding helpful tidbits and notes.
"Yes, yes..." Minnim mused aloud, "This will do nicely, I do believe."
And with that, he twirled around once more, headed for a clump of tables nearby at which he could study his find.
