[ He's about to affirm Iona's first sentiment when she sees fit to speed off, trotting at a pace that somehow still surprises Claude. It's not as if he hasn't seen women running around with their skirts hiked up, but still. For a second he almost forgets that Iona is invisible to everyone else and calls after her, but dials it back as a passerby looks at him with vague suspicion: What the heck is up with this guy???
Clearing his throat, Claude takes measured steps to the library. The entrance is a cozy wooden door, worn with age but sturdy, and it swings outwards to reveal the vertical tower of shelves and books, interspersed with planetary models and paintings donated by locals. Spiral stairs intersperse the area, and alcoves just out from the walls like balconies for visitors to nap and read in. ]
Do try not to break anything. [ He warns, as he steps inside. ]
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Clearing his throat, Claude takes measured steps to the library. The entrance is a cozy wooden door, worn with age but sturdy, and it swings outwards to reveal the vertical tower of shelves and books, interspersed with planetary models and paintings donated by locals. Spiral stairs intersperse the area, and alcoves just out from the walls like balconies for visitors to nap and read in. ]
Do try not to break anything. [ He warns, as he steps inside. ]