Fall 80th, 512 Around the fifteenth bell. "Anything about skyglass, please," Laszlo answered, flashing a brief, lifeless smile for the sake of courtesy. The Ethaefal left the city behind him, entering the shadows and the many-colored lights of the Bharani Library. Sunlight slipped in through stained windows and shimmering skyglass, giving a sheltered, yet welcome and inviting atmosphere to the spacious interior. Passing polished, elegant sculptures and flowering potted plants, as well as rows of book cases on the way to the tables, being in the library gave one the same sensation as visiting an elaborate garden. One of the Seekers had been near the door when Laszlo entered, a young girl with a round face and neatly cut black hair. There was an attentive look in her dark eyes, eager to please. She couldn't have been in her twenties. "And something biographical about Zintila," Laszlo added, almost as quickly as the thought had struck him. He spotted an empty table near a large indoor flowerbed, boasting tall orchids and bushy ferns. "Something thorough." The diminutive Seeker nodded, then turned around to trek deeper into the library. Her footsteps on the smooth floor echoed rhythmically around the room. There was something soothing about it. Although Laszlo preferred being outside, the large structure of the library somehow felt… safe. "And, um." She spun around on her heels, having just reached the staircase. A hand went out to the bannister for balance. "If you have anything about the origins of Lhavit…" The Seeker nodded curtly, then began to fly up the staircase with the deftness of routine. Laszlo sank into a chair himself, which creaked under his weight, and leaned on the table with an elbow. He rubbed at his eyes and yawned, realizing halfway through that he had been too tired to remember his manners. He cut his yawn short. "Thank you!" Laszlo shouted after her. A grateful reply sang down from one of the upper levels. Not much later, Laszlo had a book open before him. He rested his cheek on one hand, turning pages with the other, as he began to read some of the recorded history of Zintila. The Lhavitians loved her, as their goddess, ruler, protector, and mother. It was a shame that Laszlo had been in Lhavit so long but knew very little about her. Three other books were stacked nearby. Although the Ethaefal was fatigued, sleep was not easy to come by. Reading through some of this might help relax his mind and fill it with other things, like gods and divine marks, rather than lost daughters and wrongful deaths. |