She slammed the book closed in a dignified manner, knowing she had added a string of new knowledge to her ever-growing web of it. Carefully she slid it back into the bookshelf and dislodged another ancient manuscript which had been lost in time. The dust coating the edge of its yellowed pages, crammed in a rudimentary fashion, was easily blown away with a wisp of her breath.

With a content sigh, she leaned back into the comfy rocking chair which creaked with age like the bones of an old man. She flicked her heels off and rested her relieved feet on a box of more books, before plunging into a new pool of knowledge found in the realm of literature.