The carpet was made thick and comfy so the sound of people walking by won't disturb the focused. The different furniture pieces in the library; made of the richest and finest wood were far beyong the dreams of normal mortals. Each one was made for an entirely different purpose, like how a high table with its high chairs was set up for the comfort of the tall people while the wide chairs near the lofty windows were for those who like to read with a natural light coming from the windows.
A breeze blew through the place, blowing the curtains on one end in and out the other like pale flags, twisting then up towards the frosted wedding cake of glass on the ceiling - and then rippled over the wine-colored carpet, making a shadow on it as the wind does on the sea.
The only completely stationary objects in the library were the tall shelves filled with the millions of books or the few unoccupied pieces of furniture. Most of the people had their clothes rippling and fluttering as if they had just been blown back in after a short flight around the building.
In between this unusual quiet that befell the place, Aedre simply ambled somewhere between the book shelves looking for a title that might catch her interest. It was just like waking up in the morning and inhaling her first conscious-breath of the day, reading was something essential to Aedre. Since, libraries were the best place to quench this thirst, the pinkette usually made sure to visit the ones in all the cities.
The smell of the library to her extra sensitive Slayer nose was very different. She could basically smell new ideas just by walking in, the powerful smell of imagination coming from the books on the shelves that simply want to be read. The antique scent of the pages of old books, the untouched ones, the smell of the dust coming from them were very exciting. She could not even imagine coming to a library and reading without these smells that she had gotten used to. It was impossible. For a second or two, Aedre must have stood listening to the whip and snap of the curtains and the groan of a picture on the wall as she looked through the topmost part of the shelves and laid eyes on a book that she could like to read.
'Damn it!'
An exasperated sigh escaped her lips as she tried to reach her hand towards it. Even jumping was not an option now. It had always been amusing that the best books were always on top. Always unreachable. In her opinion, the librarian who puts these on such height might be the most crazy and retarded person ever!
Hands on her hips, the Slayer looked around, hoping to find the ladder that the library staff usually uses to reach such heights.
There! Luck was definitely on her side today as she caught sight of a ladder and with relative ease brought it to the place she wished.
First step.... Second step.... Thir--
"--Waaah!"
The pinkette lost footing and was sent careening down; only to land on her bottom, an annoyed look crossing her normally calm features. She gritted her teeth for a split second before letting out a seething breath, "Yeah, I can't climb ladders anymore! Klutzy me." She spoke out loud for anyone in the vicinity to hear; even though she really didn't mean to.