He showed where the books depending on the subject were. Theodore would stop sotis to show books he found interesting and I would listen intently mostly at those I also found interest in.
"Maybe I could learn my lady’s interests so I can suggest another book later." — He said enthusiastically after seeing how I would take a glance at certain books that picked my attention... Mostly because of their side and cover that appeared interesting, along with their titles.
The purple scholar said many nice things. And even though his fanatism could get annoying at tis, I sohow felt better walking through the library in his company, who most things he did and said were so I could join him in conversation and engage in the tour around this marvellous Library.
My childish hate, which wasn’t real hate to begin with, simply faded away and, sohow, even though I had to speak through my post-it notes, I felt honestly relaxed... As if I was hanging out with a friend who enjoyed the sa hobby I had.
’It’s nice’ — I sincerely thought.
Eventually, we went back to where we started, and finally, the door that I ignored was a door opened by Theodore’s hand.
It was a simple chanism. Not magic at all but still... Kind of... It was still surprising to after getting accustod to the tis this world is set in.
Even though I co from a developed world... I never saw a bookshelf secret door.
It’s cool. Those at the palace were simple walls. This is more... Amazing. Books hiding things... Fufufu~ I feel it’s veeeeery befitting and thrilling~ Words hide a lot of things. And books are filled with those, hehe~
Crossing the door the essence that imdiately reached was aweso.
My lungs breathed in with srized delight the mix of the book’s scent with the fresh one of the growing grass under my feet.
The rays of the sun slipped under the roof the bridge to the Library had beco and even though in front, a corridor that probably led into the castle was found, there was also a wonderful opening to the sides permitting the warm light to reach my feet and the green underneath.
I felt delighted to feel the grass once again... At the palace, the paths in the Empress’s garden were made of white dirt and no place like that one I had slept on the Duchy’s garden could be found. Even though I searched every day.
Nonetheless... Here...
’It’s only grass and wildflowers... Clovers and dandelions... probably many little ants and other little bugs live comfortably in this backyard... even butterflies and tiny birds and bees... ahh... I can even feel the scent of the flowers from the tree... ’
I feel ecstatic.
As if I was in my own world, I walked into the sun. Feeling the soft grass welco my steps gently and sweetly... As if grasping them to ensure my walk would not fail and let fall.
The view of the high tree ca imdiately into sight. So majestically tall that I felt overwheld by its height and vivid colours resonating to the light of sumr... flickering through its leaves so wonderfully, and granting delicious shade under its fragrance and thick trunk.
’... can’t I just... Make this tree my ho?’
Almost to the point of it not being a joke, I thought as I closed into it. To touch the fading brown of its trunk with my fingertips, feeling it so dry yet clearly humid at the sa ti... So interestingly rough to my touch and palm as it felt its texture... Yet so welcoming... So... Wise... I think.
That’s the vibe it gives... A beautiful wisdom that welcos all kinds of nature...
’Can’t I live under this tree?’
"ah. M-my lady..." — I heard Theodore say while I impulsively decided to seat between the tree’s roots. — "Your dress..."
’I don’t care.’
I love it... It’s nice... It’s... I feel as if I’m at the park... Accompanied by my old but wise friends... I can’t care less about a dress they would laugh at but still praise while wearing it.
’I’ll co here every day I can.’
I knew they were sharing glances with each other again. Those who actually were with . But I ignored them for a while. Wishing to feel the brown earth of the roots my hands were resting and taste the touch of scarce grass the roots allowed the earth to cover with as they extended into the ground.
I lifted my chin to look up at the hat the leaves were making and saw how the sun went through the petals of the many flowers, making their colour more strong and beaming against the warm light.
The lands further away also ca into view and I inhaled, inspired by its beauty that didn’t seem to fade as I feared it would... Because I felt heavenly dreamy being in a place like that.
’The park wasn’t as pretty, haha...’
Only the geezers... Maybe they were what made the park feel similar to ...
"..."
’... Alright. That’s enough.’
Feeling how even Marianne was giving an alike sensation to the others complaining us did, I made myself quit the lancholic daydream.
I intended to imdiately stand, but I had to take another mont on the group d because of a small and cute creature I saw hop sweetly in the grass.
’... Look, sweetheart... A little bird...’
The scene of the feathered animal made us smile... Even slightly on the outside. And my rise from the roots delayed and delayed... Because I simply wanted to see it hop around, so randomly and innocently for as long as it would do until it decided to fly away.
That one person obviously ca to thought. And the more I watched, the more things I would tell him when I et him crossed my mind.
’When we tell him a bird ca down from the tree to hop near us... I wonder what he will say.’
He would probably also feel happy. Hehe~ the Duke might even whine about not seeing– ah...
’It left...!?’
"Oh no... Was I found by the prettiest bird?"
Following the path in the air the bird had followed above the bridge and further away... Marianne’s father leaned over, straightening incredibly happy to actually be found.
I inwardly chuckled and finally stood. Only to wave with both arms as high and as energetically as I could to the Duke who had been on our minds the mont we saw that small bird.
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