[littl3chocobo]

(it works though, i learned something and the maybe one person reading this did too)

he hurried through the halls to the talking library, his assistant's key would only work until nightfall then it would be closed until morning, he did not have that sort of time so he hurried along.

when he got there he used his key to pop the lock to the room, it was small compared to the main library, no bigger than his home really, it only housed a few thousand books but even so it was filled with more precious information than ten of the main.

as usual the room broke out in chatter as soon as he put the key to the lock, voices uncountable, though painstakenly counted, all rose a din, each vying for his attention. 'ENOUGH' he shouted, loud enough to be heard over the noise, 'i was here just this morning calm down, i need an answer' the books all quietened to whispers and murmers 'better' he took a breath and began to sing his needs, talking books could only understand so much and what he needed would be too complicated and either set off too many false alarms or nothing at all, though some of the older ones liked to play tricks on the unexpirenced who had no choice but to ask in plain-speech, it was eaiser to sing an answer from them.

it took a few minutes to word it right but the summon proved successful, two books sang a positive responce and a third quivvered slightly. he pulled all three down and ran his fingers up the spine of each, one of them, the oldest felt like his granna's magic, course but strong, it showed on the book as well, simply bound but held together well it felt newer than the leather and wood holding it together told

he went over and sat down at the only table in the entire place. he may have worked in the library and have touched every book in the place at one point or another, several of them to read but some also to clean rebind or repaint runes into, but his position meant less here than his age, he was only allowed a single book for overnight use. looking into each book he found the info he wanted but the second book, unfourtuatly not his granna's had the most coherent and deepest understanding of the three, he picked up that one and replaced the other two, the books all babbled at him as he went to lock the room back up and he smiled. one day he would make his own library full of talking books and he's bind them all himself. with that thought in his head he rushed back to his dorm, noting he had spent too much time away and would only just make it back in time. dusk approached.