cormac's notebook. (curagad) wrote in emillion, |
The third day of the Mages' Convention had been short-lived in Ridley's part. She had purchased some items and been gone before lunch, having out-lectured herself over the span of two days. Her notebooks were full of things she both knew and didn't (habit was hard to kick), and now that they were tucked away in the safety of her room, she felt it imperative to see what new books had been shelved at Lux & Livre.
Buying books was, perhaps, an unnecessary thing, considering Ridley never forgot a passage or novel's contents, and could recite anything she'd read from memory. But it was the feeling of a new page against her fingers, the bending of the spine, and the smell that had her coming back every week, looking to add more to her already ridiculously large collection. And, she supposed, for the company she happened across from time to time.
Upon passing the aisle Juliette was crowded in (culinary and homeware books, she knew), the scholar nearly missed her, stepping backward once, twice in order to assure herself she'd seen right. A lock of blonde was tucked behind an ear before she quietly approached.
When she was within some feet, she said: "Juliette?"