MAEVE
Maeve was originally supposed to go to this library with Locke, but he still has training. He hasn't given Ronin his notice yet. No sense in doing so when they can't go anywhere just yet. Maeve wanders through the stacks, heels echoing against marble floors as she tries to find the section she needs. They have everything here. Books on herbs, medicine, and architecture. Which is what she's trying to find right now. Her fingers skim along the various spines of books as she reads each title in hopes of finding what she's looking for. The Collegium is quiet outside of echoing footsteps and the familiar scratch of quill against parchment. A few voices murmur softly as pages rustle when turned. Maeve pauses, pursing her lips as she considers the title of a book, gently pulling it from the shelf and flipping it open.
A pretty face
Doesn't mean a pretty heart
Doesn't mean a pretty heart
