Timestamp :: 30th day of Summer, 513 AV
Lorelle has been putting books away for almost a whole bell now. It is rather annoying, she hasn't had anything else to do. She does her job easily, looking at the book and figuring out where it goes. This is probably the only part of her job that she finds she doesn't exactly like. She does it without complaint though and just tries to get through it as fast as possible. Every time she thinks she is close to being done she finds another book that has either already been misplaced and needs to be fixed or there is more in the stack of books to put back than she thought. It is amazing really, how such a small library can have so much to put away.
Lorelle sighs as she picks up what is actually the last book she has to put away. She looks down at the book and looks for the information she needs. "Music. Starts with a L," she murmurs out loud to herself as she walks to the section where all the books on music can be found. She scans with her eyes down the shelf and find where all the books that begin with the letter L are. 'Next letter is Y. Near the end.' She speaks to herself mentally as she crouches down and goes down to where she thinks the book should go. She is in luck, there is another book by the same name. The partner copy to this book. Sighing, she slides the book in next to the second copy before standing up and making her way back over to the desk.
Sitting down, Lor opens up the book upon the desk and opens it up. She goes through and checks the books on the list that are due that have been checked in and looks to see what is late and how late it is. When she is done she leans back in her chair and fiddles with her hair a minute, fixing the braid that falls down her right shoulder. She looks around the otherwise empty room, wondering what else there could be for her to do. She is sure there is something she could be doing, but nothing comes to mind. Her fingers tap on the desk a minute before she clicks her tongue and pulls out a piece of blank paper and flips to a random page of the book that sits on her desk. She takes a quill and dips it in the ink she has. With that, she begins to try and copy the words of the page of the book she has opened.
Her words are not pretty or even decent looking. They can hardly be read really. She is to impatient and doesn't take the time needed with each word to make it readable much less graceful looking. She is irritated quickly with her work, not something that is helping her progress. Her eyes are quick to turn a dark blue color, showing her anger at herself. Sighing she tries to calm herself. It doesn't exactly work for after writing one word that she likes looking at, she gets overconfident and therefore sloppy. Half of her feels like giving up, but her edge of stubbornness will not permit her to. So she continues on, practicing. Determine to make something that is nice enough to be seen by someone else aside from her. It isn't a dream of hers, but at the same time part of her wants it to happen. Just to prove that she can. That she can make something worth reading. Even if it just is a copy of someone else's work.
Lorelle has been putting books away for almost a whole bell now. It is rather annoying, she hasn't had anything else to do. She does her job easily, looking at the book and figuring out where it goes. This is probably the only part of her job that she finds she doesn't exactly like. She does it without complaint though and just tries to get through it as fast as possible. Every time she thinks she is close to being done she finds another book that has either already been misplaced and needs to be fixed or there is more in the stack of books to put back than she thought. It is amazing really, how such a small library can have so much to put away.
Lorelle sighs as she picks up what is actually the last book she has to put away. She looks down at the book and looks for the information she needs. "Music. Starts with a L," she murmurs out loud to herself as she walks to the section where all the books on music can be found. She scans with her eyes down the shelf and find where all the books that begin with the letter L are. 'Next letter is Y. Near the end.' She speaks to herself mentally as she crouches down and goes down to where she thinks the book should go. She is in luck, there is another book by the same name. The partner copy to this book. Sighing, she slides the book in next to the second copy before standing up and making her way back over to the desk.
Sitting down, Lor opens up the book upon the desk and opens it up. She goes through and checks the books on the list that are due that have been checked in and looks to see what is late and how late it is. When she is done she leans back in her chair and fiddles with her hair a minute, fixing the braid that falls down her right shoulder. She looks around the otherwise empty room, wondering what else there could be for her to do. She is sure there is something she could be doing, but nothing comes to mind. Her fingers tap on the desk a minute before she clicks her tongue and pulls out a piece of blank paper and flips to a random page of the book that sits on her desk. She takes a quill and dips it in the ink she has. With that, she begins to try and copy the words of the page of the book she has opened.
Her words are not pretty or even decent looking. They can hardly be read really. She is to impatient and doesn't take the time needed with each word to make it readable much less graceful looking. She is irritated quickly with her work, not something that is helping her progress. Her eyes are quick to turn a dark blue color, showing her anger at herself. Sighing she tries to calm herself. It doesn't exactly work for after writing one word that she likes looking at, she gets overconfident and therefore sloppy. Half of her feels like giving up, but her edge of stubbornness will not permit her to. So she continues on, practicing. Determine to make something that is nice enough to be seen by someone else aside from her. It isn't a dream of hers, but at the same time part of her wants it to happen. Just to prove that she can. That she can make something worth reading. Even if it just is a copy of someone else's work.