MUSE
A small smile drew itself upon Gawain's face as he entered the familiar, peaceful room that he could call a place of respite; however, this time, he entered with a new purpose. Drawing himself to the front desk of the library, Gawain patiently waited for Mrs. Airan's attention to who was discussing matters about a book with another student: whether it was about the location of said book, the lateness of said book's return, or possibly even the subject matter of the book Gawain did not know. He only knew that he had a shadowing to do, and he hoped that the day would go by well for him: he, for one, enjoyed Mrs. Airan's company; despite her quirks and slight hypocrisy with her profession, she was there to help Gawain whenever he was on a search for a book.
Eventually, after some minutes passed by, and Gawain's patience was still alive, the Missus found Gawain off to the side of her desk, looking around the library and simply waiting. "Oh, Gawain, hello, sorry about that. Just had to settle a matter of yet another late book...But, what are you here for today? Need something?" she stated with a hint of fatigue, but with the same height of spirit she always had in her.
Gawain turned to the sudden voice with a light smile, taking out the notepad that he kept in his coat pocket after adjusting his satchel out of the way. From there, he gently removed his black pen from the spiral binding, turned to a blank page, placed the pad onto the desk, and began writing his response with a calm air.
Gawain turned the notepad towards Mrs. Airan and waited calmly for a response. For a moment, he pondered on what they were going to do that day, but his thoughts were soon replaced by an attentive nature when Mrs. Airan's voice arose once more.
A small smile drew itself upon Gawain's face as he entered the familiar, peaceful room that he could call a place of respite; however, this time, he entered with a new purpose. Drawing himself to the front desk of the library, Gawain patiently waited for Mrs. Airan's attention to who was discussing matters about a book with another student: whether it was about the location of said book, the lateness of said book's return, or possibly even the subject matter of the book Gawain did not know. He only knew that he had a shadowing to do, and he hoped that the day would go by well for him: he, for one, enjoyed Mrs. Airan's company; despite her quirks and slight hypocrisy with her profession, she was there to help Gawain whenever he was on a search for a book.
Eventually, after some minutes passed by, and Gawain's patience was still alive, the Missus found Gawain off to the side of her desk, looking around the library and simply waiting. "Oh, Gawain, hello, sorry about that. Just had to settle a matter of yet another late book...But, what are you here for today? Need something?" she stated with a hint of fatigue, but with the same height of spirit she always had in her.
Gawain turned to the sudden voice with a light smile, taking out the notepad that he kept in his coat pocket after adjusting his satchel out of the way. From there, he gently removed his black pen from the spiral binding, turned to a blank page, placed the pad onto the desk, and began writing his response with a calm air.
"Hi, Mrs. Airan. I'm here to shadow you today, so is there anything I should know first and foremost?"
Gawain turned the notepad towards Mrs. Airan and waited calmly for a response. For a moment, he pondered on what they were going to do that day, but his thoughts were soon replaced by an attentive nature when Mrs. Airan's voice arose once more.