On the third night of her return to the Academy, she'd chosen the library.
Here a favorable medley of memories provided a refreshing drink after the dearth of melancholy. In the woods she'd come upon Everleigh Ebersol and spoke of death and freedom. In her room she'd made the acquaintance of Salak who reminded her of painful things and brought to light the stinging of grieved familiarity. So it was to the library she looked next, confident that perhaps she might find a sign of her little cat's presence.
Instead she found books, askew and untidied. Left abandoned on tables or shelves within the stacks. Even now, she could not help herself. Once she'd spent free hours organizing these very places - and so now, too, she endeavored to do the same.
Or at the very least, she would try. One book at a time, even if it took her all night. So she started with the first book and focused all her effort into putting it back where it belonged.
Here a favorable medley of memories provided a refreshing drink after the dearth of melancholy. In the woods she'd come upon Everleigh Ebersol and spoke of death and freedom. In her room she'd made the acquaintance of Salak who reminded her of painful things and brought to light the stinging of grieved familiarity. So it was to the library she looked next, confident that perhaps she might find a sign of her little cat's presence.
Instead she found books, askew and untidied. Left abandoned on tables or shelves within the stacks. Even now, she could not help herself. Once she'd spent free hours organizing these very places - and so now, too, she endeavored to do the same.
Or at the very least, she would try. One book at a time, even if it took her all night. So she started with the first book and focused all her effort into putting it back where it belonged.