The library was dead silent, save for the rhythmic ticking of the large grandfather clock, the quiet murmurs of students in their study groups, and the scratching of pen upon paper. It was just as Vindivir wished it, and by now the students were well-accustomed to his rules on proper library etiquette. The number of delinquent accounts had also decreased dramatically since his instatement as librarian. Books also tended to be returned in much better shape.
The old dragon sat at his desk at the head of the library. It was his citadel from which he ruled his kingdom. Any and all who entered his domain were welcome to come to him for advice as well as book recommendations. Sometimes, he even shared knowledge that simply could not be found in a history book. Right now he was creating a stock list to replace some books that had been utterly destroyed by carelessness. He had no idea why a book about a vampire romance caused the children to lose their heads. Some things he would never know.
Suddenly, Vindivir was interrupted from his work by a crash from somewhere far off into the building, muffled by several walls and shelves. Looking up, he quirked an eyebrow at the brief moment of chaos before a chilling realization set in. Slowly, his fiery, reptilian eyes narrowed into beams of pure hatred and rage. His elderly, weathered face turned into hard lines, and from deep within his throat came a low, rumbling noise usually reserved for a dragon's greatest foes.
Make no mistake, this was one of his greatest foes. It was his arch nemesis! A being wholly antithetical to Vindivir's values of order and peace, who reveled in chaos and the misery of others. With whom he'd battled on many occasions and had yet to best.
Vindivir spoke, of course, of Ferret.
The old man abruptly stood from his seat, turned on his heel, and began stalking towards the source of the commotion. Some students who saw his glare wisely edged away as he passed. Quickly and silently he went, weaving through a labyrinth of shelves and passages that he knew like the back of his paw. Urgency was required in order to catch such slippery prey, and Vindivir feared that he was too late, and that Ferret had once again managed to slip away before he could catch her.
The old dragon sat at his desk at the head of the library. It was his citadel from which he ruled his kingdom. Any and all who entered his domain were welcome to come to him for advice as well as book recommendations. Sometimes, he even shared knowledge that simply could not be found in a history book. Right now he was creating a stock list to replace some books that had been utterly destroyed by carelessness. He had no idea why a book about a vampire romance caused the children to lose their heads. Some things he would never know.
Suddenly, Vindivir was interrupted from his work by a crash from somewhere far off into the building, muffled by several walls and shelves. Looking up, he quirked an eyebrow at the brief moment of chaos before a chilling realization set in. Slowly, his fiery, reptilian eyes narrowed into beams of pure hatred and rage. His elderly, weathered face turned into hard lines, and from deep within his throat came a low, rumbling noise usually reserved for a dragon's greatest foes.
Make no mistake, this was one of his greatest foes. It was his arch nemesis! A being wholly antithetical to Vindivir's values of order and peace, who reveled in chaos and the misery of others. With whom he'd battled on many occasions and had yet to best.
Vindivir spoke, of course, of Ferret.
The old man abruptly stood from his seat, turned on his heel, and began stalking towards the source of the commotion. Some students who saw his glare wisely edged away as he passed. Quickly and silently he went, weaving through a labyrinth of shelves and passages that he knew like the back of his paw. Urgency was required in order to catch such slippery prey, and Vindivir feared that he was too late, and that Ferret had once again managed to slip away before he could catch her.
