Post by Antoinette Rouge on Jan 30, 2008 16:37:16 GMT
Antoinette padded softly through the high shelves, breathing in the familiar scent of the library. Smiling slightly, she put a hand out to run a finger along the bindings, leaving a slight trail in the dust. The titles were long since faded here, leaving only small clues to what they may once have said. This one here printed, in a few red letters: 'An _ _fo_t_na_e Pas_.' Antoinette paused for a moment to pull the book of the shelve, letting it fall open to any page. As she leaned over the thin pages, a lock of golden curl fell into her eyes, and she pushed it away. The book was filled with gorgeous pictures of a old countryside, with white farmhouses nestled into the overlying blanket of green, rolling hills. IN the backdrop, a magnificent silver castle rose above it all, the crowning achievment in the landscape. The sparkling turrets pierced the evening sky, and Antoinette thought she could see a figure in one of the highest towers. A girl perhaps, stuck there by and evil magician and his spells....or perhaps just a trick of the light. Her blue eyes sparkling, almost lighting up on the inside, Antoinette slid the great book back onto the shelf, before turning back and continueing on. Her small slippers made almost no noise on the polished wood, the shoes muffled by the sound of her skirt rustling against her legs. As she approached her chair, Antoinette pulled a small book from her bag. On the cover, the words Dark Angels were swirling in golden lettering, fixed above several people in beautiful dresses and pantaloons. As Antoinette sat down in her chair, her tulle skirt fluffed up around her. Postitioning herself happily, Antoinette pulled the red string that had been serving as a placemarker out of the book with care, tucking it in a pocket of her bag for later. A smile flitting across her face, Antoinette let herself fall into the world of her book, a world that she longed to join with all her heart.