Galway Girl [Closed]

[SolitareLee]

Her essay lay untouched as she ran books back to the circulation desk and began scanning them. Fifteen minutes later, she popped back to see if he had more and not only did he, he had a request.

She eyed the book, clicking her tongue against the top of her mouth. Radaghast, Radaghast... Not exactly her field of study; far, far from it in fact, but she was pretty sure they had more by him. She could check it out in the system. It wasn't exactly a common name.

And books on floral arrangement. Their "best" books on floral arrangement, as if that wasn't utterly subjective based on what he needed.

"I'll see what I can do," she said, instead of asking questions, because he gave her a very charming smile and despite the fact his teeth were perfectly normal and not even a little pointed, it pissed her off. Really, he had only himself to blame if her judgement wasn't trustworthy enough.

At least this was a somewhat more interesting task than running books back to the circulation desk... Or so she thought until she looked up Radaghast in the system.

Good lord.

He was all OVER the goddamn place.

She rubbed her forehead with her thumb and index finger. She'd be running around the entire library if he wanted all of them. What kind of man wrote books on aromatherapy, herbalism, geology, biology, anatomy, good lord... the list just kept going.

Ugh. She was going to have to find these books, drop them off, and then wind up carrying off all the ones he didn't even want. Instead of just going ahead and doing that, she printed off a sheet of Radaghast's rather extensive in-library works--as well as the ones available through inter-library loan, because she was nice--to hand off to... What had he said he name was? Had he? Eh. Didn't matter.

Now, what would someone asking about all manner of supernatural-y hoohaw want with floral arrangement? There was design books, how to guides, meanings, autobiography type day-in-the-life stuff... And to be honest, she didn't even really know which ones were objectively 'best' because she hadn't spent a lot of time reading about goddamn flower arranging.

In the end, she just wound up searching for books that had seen a lot of traffic, and googling some shit on her phone, before settling on three books that looked decent, one that was basically a recipe book for flower arrangements, an older sort of beginner's guide, and a dictionary-esque one that focused on flower meanings. It seemed like a good range. Then she went off to hunt them down.

After she'd found them, she made her way back to her demanding little guest, who was still quite at home on the floor by her shelves. And had a new pile of books for her to take to circulation, looked like.

"Here are some books on floral arrangement I hope will be of use," she said, squatting down to set them next to him. The paper she'd printed off was on top; she placed a single finger on it. "Turns out our man Radaghast produced quite a number of books. I thought it prudent to bring you a list so you can select the ones you need."