If there was anything Isidora appreciated the most about Little Scriven, it was the effort they put into fighting the desert heat. Maybe it was just getting colder with the passing of autumn, but the air inside the café felt actually bearable, at least relatively speaking.
She had just come to take a break from the library, and between the size of there and the atmosphere of here, it was hard not to be in a good mood. Their selection of books was so much more varied than the archives, and almost all of it unknown to her. She felt she could spend forever in this town, just passing time in places like these, with a few books and no worries. If only...
Isidora sat at a table sipping her tea (just the right amount of sour), and focused on relaxing for now. After the stress of everything recently, she felt she deserved it.
She had just come to take a break from the library, and between the size of there and the atmosphere of here, it was hard not to be in a good mood. Their selection of books was so much more varied than the archives, and almost all of it unknown to her. She felt she could spend forever in this town, just passing time in places like these, with a few books and no worries. If only...
Isidora sat at a table sipping her tea (just the right amount of sour), and focused on relaxing for now. After the stress of everything recently, she felt she deserved it.