Galway Girl [Closed]

[ambientmagic]

"English too? You do have your hands full then," Evan smiled. "Preservation and restoration is very important... Old books, old ideas, old beliefs. It's important to remember to leave room for the new as well, though. Otherwise you'll end up an old codger like me, always trying to catch up."

With that, he hefted the box of books, nodded in approval of her packing, and strolled out the door, bag askew, sandals flopping. All he'd left behind was a few flowers and the scent of herbs, but he wasn't worried about the impression he'd made. Instead, Evan was pondering two things; the books in his box, and the librarian who'd packed them.

The books themselves were fascinating--the newest one had been published just a year or so ago. Was it possible this author Radaghast was a true alchemist? A pen name, obviously. He'd have to look into that further. It had been so long since Evan had truly met a peer.

The librarian, now... She was interesting too. Fun to poke at, of course, and even more fun to compliment. If there was one thing he couldn't stand, it was a young person who wasn't enjoying all life had to offer. Given his druthers, he'd be able to convince her to let her hair down out of that hat of hers and have a good time. Not to mention how competent she was! A valuable research assistant didn't come around every day.

Yes, he might need to make a project out of Miss Bridget.