The library was a safe haven to her. Quiet and tranquil – the silence reigned supreme within the building and it necessarily wasn’t a bad thing. In fact, it was the sort of silence that she yearned for after travelling to and from between places for quests. Worn, rustic and yet warm, the exterior held itself well-aged, welcoming, yet it felt so forgotten. Cobbed webs and specks of dusts filled the corners of the library and small cracks filled the walls, indicating the old age of the structure. Beyond the books of the past coated in dust, was a young girl, her hair translucent and glistering underneath the sunlight. One word could only describe her appearance: snow. Between these shelves, within this row that held itself dimly lit, a sole spirit wandered. Her shoes scratched against the carpet, making idle taps atop the wooden floorboards, and thick silence that organized the blend of elements far too nicely for her own good.
”What book should I read?”
The ivory haired female mumbled to none other than herself, idly glossing her fingers over the dips of the rowed books, feeling the textures of their spines. After much pondering over her choice, Snowflake finally selected a book of her taste and sauntered over the counter to check it off. Her eyes grazed over the woman seated at the counter and she almost appeared lifeless, or perhaps she just loathed her job. The place was mostly empty apart from herself and the librarian, and a few elderly researching. Somehow, people these days preferred to stay inside their houses instead of observing, studying about life to better their knowledge.