10-10-2016, 02:12 PM
A decent meal and Jaxen had forgotten all about the weird intuition from the night before. He was itching to get back to the library, a thought he was sure to never think again in his life. Dressed similarly as he had yesterday, jeans, boots, sweater and jacket, he returned to the Long Hall, the ancient library in the center of the college grounds.
In daylight, the place felt open and ethereal. Although it was a cloudy, drizzly day outside, light poured through the enormous windows. The library was more full of people too, and this time, when he arrived at the Archives, there was a line to get in. Fine by him. Standing in line was a good excuse to study and memorize the layout of the room and analyze all its security features.
He pushed spindly fingers into latex gloves when he entered. The air was kept at a perfect humidity inside the chamber. The temperature was pleasant, if a little cool. The lighting was filtered of UV rays to protect the priceless vellum pages. He told the archivist he was seeking the book of Leinster. She nodded and led him through a maze of bookshelves. Jaxen memorized the location as they went. No point wasting time looking for the Book tonight.
The Archivist turned the corner to one of the paths between shelves and promptly paused. Jaxen almost skidded into her, but she had stopped to ask if someone found what they were looking for.
Imagine his surprise when Petra looked up. Just as breath-takingly hot as ever, Jaxen's face split into a sly smile. "A fellow scholar, I see."
She looked him up and down and for a moment, he wondered if she didn't understand him as the bartender had.
She dismissed the archivist without acknowledging him. "Yes I have what I need, thank you."
Her voice, like her name, was eastern but Jaxen wasn't entirely sure where. Romanian maybe? The Archivist showed him the location of the Book of Leinster and how to safely hold it, before departing.
Petra hadn't looked back up at him. Weird. He flashed his most ornery smiles. Maybe she wasn't into guys? Please don't let that be the case. She was already almost too hot. Not that there was such a thing.
He laid the Book of Leinster out on the display table, an underlit fiberglass pedestal that protected the vellum and leather bindings. It meant little to him that he was thumbing through a thousand year old book. Or maybe it was older. He was scanning for the familiar Nuada figure when her voice pierced the air.
"You're no scholar,"
she said without looking up.
Jaxen grinned. She was a smart cookie after all.
Edited by Jaxen Marveet, Oct 11 2016, 07:26 PM.
In daylight, the place felt open and ethereal. Although it was a cloudy, drizzly day outside, light poured through the enormous windows. The library was more full of people too, and this time, when he arrived at the Archives, there was a line to get in. Fine by him. Standing in line was a good excuse to study and memorize the layout of the room and analyze all its security features.
He pushed spindly fingers into latex gloves when he entered. The air was kept at a perfect humidity inside the chamber. The temperature was pleasant, if a little cool. The lighting was filtered of UV rays to protect the priceless vellum pages. He told the archivist he was seeking the book of Leinster. She nodded and led him through a maze of bookshelves. Jaxen memorized the location as they went. No point wasting time looking for the Book tonight.
The Archivist turned the corner to one of the paths between shelves and promptly paused. Jaxen almost skidded into her, but she had stopped to ask if someone found what they were looking for.
Imagine his surprise when Petra looked up. Just as breath-takingly hot as ever, Jaxen's face split into a sly smile. "A fellow scholar, I see."
She looked him up and down and for a moment, he wondered if she didn't understand him as the bartender had.
She dismissed the archivist without acknowledging him. "Yes I have what I need, thank you."
Her voice, like her name, was eastern but Jaxen wasn't entirely sure where. Romanian maybe? The Archivist showed him the location of the Book of Leinster and how to safely hold it, before departing.
Petra hadn't looked back up at him. Weird. He flashed his most ornery smiles. Maybe she wasn't into guys? Please don't let that be the case. She was already almost too hot. Not that there was such a thing.
He laid the Book of Leinster out on the display table, an underlit fiberglass pedestal that protected the vellum and leather bindings. It meant little to him that he was thumbing through a thousand year old book. Or maybe it was older. He was scanning for the familiar Nuada figure when her voice pierced the air.
"You're no scholar,"
she said without looking up.
Jaxen grinned. She was a smart cookie after all.
Edited by Jaxen Marveet, Oct 11 2016, 07:26 PM.