To be a Seeker...
The 23rd of Summer, 519 AV
Dusk
“Petching wind,” Abrahm complained as he clutched onto his blue scarf, preventing it-- for the umpteenth time-- from being carried over the mountain peaks by a summer draft.
On the Tenten Peak, Abrahm stood before an enormous skyglass building as the sun was setting over the horizon. The last of Syna’s rays reflecting off the walls bathed the streets below in a kaleidoscopic sea of light, giving passers-by the impression of walking on a rainbow. A golden plaque next to the large door of the building read “The Bharani Library”. With its many graceful curves, its steep points and great attention to detail, the Library was a true testament to Lhavitian master craftsmanship.
Upon entering the Library, Abrahm found himself in a grand hall. On the inside, the building was framed with skyglass crystals which twinkled softly as ambient light played on their surfaces. Hallways led off from the main hall into the other parts of the library, where shelves upon shelves of neatly-stacked books, scrolls and other artifacts could be found. Skyglass stairs led up to the higher levels of the library, where more bookshelves were sure to be discovered. In the center of the hall stood a beautiful desk, decorated with intricate carvings, behind which sat the white-robed figure of a woman.
Abrahm inhaled sharply, every muscle in his body shook and a slight shiver ran down his spine. The combination of her white robes, pale skin and very light blonde hair startled the young visitor, who thought her to be a ghost. Quickly realizing this not to be the case, Abrahm straightened himself up and reached into his pocket, which contained the case to his spectacles, and put them on. Luckily, the receptionist had not noticed his frightened reaction, being occupied with a stack of papers on the desk in front of her. Breathing a sigh of relief, Abrahm walked up to the welcome desk.
Looking up and noticing the visitor, the receptionist greeted and introduced herself as Silvya.
“How can I help you?” she added, smiling politely.
Bowing in greeting, Abrahm inquired about a job application.
“Oh, that’s not a problem,” the white-robed receptionist responded. “Just fill in this application form and I’ll soon have a Savant over to interview you.”
Handing him a form, Silvya gestured to one of the hallways. Abrahm bowed his thanks and walked down the hallway to his right, an application form in hand. He passed a white-robed man carrying a stack of books, who inclined his head in greeting and continued walking in the direction of the grand hall.
When he reached the room to which the hallway led, the young visitor, unsurprisingly, found rows of bookshelves. In the middle of the room, surrounded by the shelves, Abrahm found a few chairs and tables (upon which some quills and ink bottles could be found); designated areas for reading and studying. Some of the Library’s other visitors could be found seated at some of the tables, walking between the bookshelves, or conversing quietly in a corner. Abrahm also saw a small number of white-robed individuals in this part of the Library; the librarians, Abrahm assumed, as he noticed one or two of them perusing the shelves, checking lists, and organizing the volumes.
Why all the white?, Abrahm wondered silently to himself. He made a mental note to ask at a later point in time and sat down at a table.
Reaching for a quill and dipping the point into an ink bottle, Abrahm began to fill in the application form while he waited on the Savant who would interview him.
The 23rd of Summer, 519 AV
Dusk
“Petching wind,” Abrahm complained as he clutched onto his blue scarf, preventing it-- for the umpteenth time-- from being carried over the mountain peaks by a summer draft.
On the Tenten Peak, Abrahm stood before an enormous skyglass building as the sun was setting over the horizon. The last of Syna’s rays reflecting off the walls bathed the streets below in a kaleidoscopic sea of light, giving passers-by the impression of walking on a rainbow. A golden plaque next to the large door of the building read “The Bharani Library”. With its many graceful curves, its steep points and great attention to detail, the Library was a true testament to Lhavitian master craftsmanship.
Upon entering the Library, Abrahm found himself in a grand hall. On the inside, the building was framed with skyglass crystals which twinkled softly as ambient light played on their surfaces. Hallways led off from the main hall into the other parts of the library, where shelves upon shelves of neatly-stacked books, scrolls and other artifacts could be found. Skyglass stairs led up to the higher levels of the library, where more bookshelves were sure to be discovered. In the center of the hall stood a beautiful desk, decorated with intricate carvings, behind which sat the white-robed figure of a woman.
Abrahm inhaled sharply, every muscle in his body shook and a slight shiver ran down his spine. The combination of her white robes, pale skin and very light blonde hair startled the young visitor, who thought her to be a ghost. Quickly realizing this not to be the case, Abrahm straightened himself up and reached into his pocket, which contained the case to his spectacles, and put them on. Luckily, the receptionist had not noticed his frightened reaction, being occupied with a stack of papers on the desk in front of her. Breathing a sigh of relief, Abrahm walked up to the welcome desk.
Looking up and noticing the visitor, the receptionist greeted and introduced herself as Silvya.
“How can I help you?” she added, smiling politely.
Bowing in greeting, Abrahm inquired about a job application.
“Oh, that’s not a problem,” the white-robed receptionist responded. “Just fill in this application form and I’ll soon have a Savant over to interview you.”
Handing him a form, Silvya gestured to one of the hallways. Abrahm bowed his thanks and walked down the hallway to his right, an application form in hand. He passed a white-robed man carrying a stack of books, who inclined his head in greeting and continued walking in the direction of the grand hall.
When he reached the room to which the hallway led, the young visitor, unsurprisingly, found rows of bookshelves. In the middle of the room, surrounded by the shelves, Abrahm found a few chairs and tables (upon which some quills and ink bottles could be found); designated areas for reading and studying. Some of the Library’s other visitors could be found seated at some of the tables, walking between the bookshelves, or conversing quietly in a corner. Abrahm also saw a small number of white-robed individuals in this part of the Library; the librarians, Abrahm assumed, as he noticed one or two of them perusing the shelves, checking lists, and organizing the volumes.
Why all the white?, Abrahm wondered silently to himself. He made a mental note to ask at a later point in time and sat down at a table.
Reaching for a quill and dipping the point into an ink bottle, Abrahm began to fill in the application form while he waited on the Savant who would interview him.
