Bright red hair a bouncing, the messenger scampered up to the librarian sitting beside Vala. She looked up from her copying work to listen in on their conversation. Kirna had given her the day to finish copying the entirety of the fifty page volume – another simple encyclopedia-esque entry on flora. Vala didn’t even bother trying to remember what the title was; she just copied the endless words as if they were in a foreign language. She was growing bored from the tediousness of her life; Vala needed some excitement to give her life some meaning before she tried to drown herself in a vial of ink from pure boredom.
The messenger chiet’s voice was bright and just a little too bubbly. It grated on Vala’s scornful ears. “Excuse me sir, but would you happen to know where I can find the chiet Kirtan?” Vala’s coworker looked up from his own recordkeeping work to look up at the girl.
Kirtan picked up a nearby towel and wiped his quill nib, until all the ink was off. “I’m Kirtan. Can I help you?” He smiled up at the girl who nearly jumped up for joy at her luck; it was the second time she was lucky enough to catch the right person at the right time. The girl opened her mouth, just about to get into some juicy details about a replacement when…
Forgetting to at least pretend to be working, Vala was caught red handed by Kirna who snuck up behind Vala; the lithe librarian could beat even a shadow at sneaking. “How’s the work going Vala?” The clipped tone of her voice quite indicative of her actual meaning –
Why aren’t you working. Vala gulped, too flustered to do anything other than bobble her head, as she got back to scribbling. Her left hand flipped to the next page in the original copy, as her right hand dipped her quill into the nearby ink pot and got to flourishing characters. Her pale face flushed so violently, that her cheeks soon matched the coloring of her scarlet hair. Kirna couldn’t help but giggle at Vala’s extreme reaction. “You can take a break after you finish the next three pages. We wouldn’t want you getting another cramp, do we. Just make sure it’s done and on a senior librarian’s desk for approval before the end of the day.” Kirna smiled comfortingly at Vala who weakly grimace-smiled back.
By the time Kirna left, the messenger and Kirtan were almost done with their conversation. Learning from her past mistake, Vala kept her eyes down, pretending to fiddle with her quill nib and a pen knife as the two finished their conversation.
“Yes I’ve heard of him.” Kirtan’s deep bass was a nice contrast to the messenger girl’s exasperating voice. “What does he look like exactly?” Vala nearly threw a vial of ink at the girl when she said: “red hair”. Like honestly – who didn’t? Instead of letting herself get enraged at the girl’s vibe (the girl was actually quite nice and friendly – just the type that irritated the crabby sociopath), Vala tried to continue with her work so she could get her break early. Getting caught up in a challenging cadel, Vala only managed to catch something about gray eyes, but by then Vala didn’t care anymore. It had been a boring conversation anyway.
The three pages of calligraphic copying flew by in a matter of fifteen chimes. A lot better than the thirty chimes it had taken her when she first started. By then Kirtan had already left for his break and the library was emptying out for meal time. Vala cleaned up her station, making sure everything had been put away, capped tightly, and cleaned up perfectly. Vala always made sure to keep her stuff in perfect condition, if not her relationships. She gingerly closed the new book. Vala had learned early on haste led to smudges, and smudges let to dirty looks and not a heartbeat later, shelving duty.
The day was beautiful, quite sunny in fact. Vala couldn’t help but smile as the rays warmed her pale cheek to a rosy hue. In her right hand a stack of Warden’s papers, from his stall
The Written Word, all wrapped up in a leather binding. He had sent her to give it to the library to replenish their stock – it was his contribution to the city, to keep the Enclave stocked with its meager hunger for stationary, which today, was even less than usual. Kirna said that their stocks were still filled a plenty, and that Vala should just return them to him, which did not make the little chiet very happy. Being a messenger was one thing; being a
double messenger was another: she still hadn’t worked with Warden enough to know how he would react to the return.
After being cooped up in the relative gloom of the Enclave, Vala’s mind began whirring connivingly in the brightness of the day. Her left hand slipped into the pocket of her byrda, brushing against the warm glass pinions. Her fingers fiddled with the ten she always made sure to keep with her, in case of emergencies. Then it hit her. If she sold the paper to random people, made some money, gave it to Warden (making sure to keep a cut for herself), then he was sure to not mind that the Enclave had rejected his ‘donation’.
She walked up to a lone yasi sitting in a secluded area of the Courtyard. With wild abandon she jumped into a not very well thought out sales pitch. “Excuse me, young sir. I was just wondering if you would happen to need any paper for your studies, or a journal per chance?” Vala smiled winningly, baring her pearly white teeth, making sure to bare them too much – they had the tendency to look like sharp little fangs. The boy looked up at Vala, shook his head, and walked away to a group of other yasi, without a second look back.
Still not completely put off from her money making mission, Vala walked up to another man who seemed to be musing the meaning of life, by the pensive look on his face. Vala made sure to primp a little, clearing her throat, trying to act as confident as possible. “Excuse me sir,” She wavered; his description seemed familiar.
Where those gray eyes she saw flashing? “Would you happen to be in need of some stationary for your business or personal use?” Vala figured if she played the numbers game, asked enough people, she was bound to get a response from at least a one… she hoped