The morning came, bright and shiny. Not that she disliked the sunshine, the birds singing, and all that came with it. Naali had been having a long standing war with morning in generals. This morning it was specific. She rolling over she pulled a blanket over her head trying to block out the day. Today was going to be a rough day. She would be doing a tour of the library for a class of Akalak students. That meant a class of almost all boys. She had been warned that there would be rough housing, horse play, and power dynamics, the smell of sweat, and well, she was female, so showing off and male hormones too. She had been coached on how to deal with the toilet and fart humor. She had been warned to keep them away from the medical section and researching female anatomy. Even worse, she was told that she would be in charge of them. So having just woken up she already felt that the day was going to be a loss.
The statuette chided her playfully, “Get up and face the day.”
It kept talking to her. Naali groaned and threw a pillow at the statuette. Then turned and threw the blanket off her self.
One of the jobs of a librarian is to help teach young students how to do research. This has been done across cultures and for as long as there have been books. This has also been a job given to the new librarians. It was a right of passage in a way. Go, teaching boys that wanted to be great warriors with sword and shield, skilled in weapons of all kinds that ideas and knowledge gained by books and quill can also be a weapon if used in the right way. Education was just as much of a battle as marching off to war. She had prepared as much as she could, gathered some books on the history of warfare and on different types of weapons. She had asked who were some of the great some great Akalak from history and she read up on them making notes. She got dressed and said a prayer to Qalaya.
“Mother Qalaya, you are the great librarian, the holder of knowledge and wisdom. You know the struggle that I am going to face as others have faced it before me. Guild my memory and the learning that will take place this day. If it is possible, help me keep these young men under control.”
Naali went to get a bite to eat before heading off to war. A fresh baked roll and a cup of tea was her battle rations. She wanted some meat, but with the heat of the summer days it tended to spoil. So she ate the roll and finished her cup of tea. Her eyes still made her look like a raccoon, so she would stop at one of the market stalls that sell general makeup. Some cover-up would help. She found a woman who was selling cosmetics and helped her apply the cover-up and put lipstick on her. This made her feel self conscious and even more men were looking at her. Being of breeding age in Riverfall made a woman feel that every man was undressing her in his mind already, the new attention made her more nervous. Her fox instinct could be playful and like the attention, but foxes also like to be the hunter not the hunted. She had been working for a week preparing for this class. Since she was still learning the library herself, she asked a lot of questions and scribbled notes on scraps of papers she left at her desk on what to teach the children.