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estdeus_innobisWednesday, September 9, Day 101
The Library
I felt wonderfully serene after leaving the abbey on Sunday, and the feeling has carried over into the rest of the week, giving a cheerful glow to everything, even the buzz of preparations for my birthday party. The stack of invitations surprised me with its height - do I really know that many people in Excolo? That many who could count as friends? I suppose I do. And so that tall stack made me smile when I dropped it off at the post office.
The entire town seems to be in a festive mood this week, what with the school picnic. I was sorry that I couldn't go, but the few people who weren't attending the picnic seem to have decided to set up camp in the library all yesterday afternoon, so I had to stay at work. Valmont brought me some cookies that his Fiona made, sugary sparkly things that couldn't be mistaken for anyone's work but hers. I'm glad that I've finally gotten to meet her - she's a dear little thing. Part of me can't help wondering if Valmont sees his lost sister Marie in her. Or if he sees what Marie might have been, if they had had a better life. I haven't the heart to ask him, though; I never want to call up such sad memories.
But today, all is light and sun. The windows of the library are open to catch the afternoon sun - and to let out the dust, for today I am finally tackling that last set of books near the wall. Forgotten old things that I doubt even Lydia remembers are there, in languages that I can't even begin to decipher. There's something cheering about organizing them, though, something reassuring about being able to set in order something that I can't understand. I even find myself humming as I brush my dusty hands off on my skirt and bend down to work on the bottom shelf.
[open to Lysander]
The Library
I felt wonderfully serene after leaving the abbey on Sunday, and the feeling has carried over into the rest of the week, giving a cheerful glow to everything, even the buzz of preparations for my birthday party. The stack of invitations surprised me with its height - do I really know that many people in Excolo? That many who could count as friends? I suppose I do. And so that tall stack made me smile when I dropped it off at the post office.
The entire town seems to be in a festive mood this week, what with the school picnic. I was sorry that I couldn't go, but the few people who weren't attending the picnic seem to have decided to set up camp in the library all yesterday afternoon, so I had to stay at work. Valmont brought me some cookies that his Fiona made, sugary sparkly things that couldn't be mistaken for anyone's work but hers. I'm glad that I've finally gotten to meet her - she's a dear little thing. Part of me can't help wondering if Valmont sees his lost sister Marie in her. Or if he sees what Marie might have been, if they had had a better life. I haven't the heart to ask him, though; I never want to call up such sad memories.
But today, all is light and sun. The windows of the library are open to catch the afternoon sun - and to let out the dust, for today I am finally tackling that last set of books near the wall. Forgotten old things that I doubt even Lydia remembers are there, in languages that I can't even begin to decipher. There's something cheering about organizing them, though, something reassuring about being able to set in order something that I can't understand. I even find myself humming as I brush my dusty hands off on my skirt and bend down to work on the bottom shelf.
[open to Lysander]
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