The library was deserted for the most part. Tucked into dim corners amongst the towering stacks of books, a few rather enterprising readers remained despite the late hour, shuffling pages, scribbling on paper, and slowly sinking into squashy seats.
Yggdrasil had been leisurely browsing, hovering near the higher shelfs, until the telltale scrape of wood alerts her to what appears to be a young boy, shifting one of the steep ladders and scaling it. Precariously perched on the highest rung of a rolling ladder, he strains as he tries to slip out a thick volume. Sensing potential danger, she floats towards him.
Careful— let me get that for you, she chimes as she lays a gentle hand on the child’s outstretched arm. Yggdrasil plucks the book from its snug place.
Here! She offers the worn volume to him.
— @smartdwarf ❀
