A cat who writes stories.
- they or she
This was the aphorism engraved on the eaves of the place that served as Frontier Town's library. Nestled closer to the center of town rested a well-cared for building, surprisingly clean considering the dusty town, built mostly of rough-hewn, flaxen, sandstone blocks. A hand-painted sign above the door read ‘Sand Veil Archives’. The faintest scent of leather and paper drifted from within.
Inside was a cozy arrangement of mismatched, second-hand furniture and shelves upon shelves of catalog material, packed tightly together. The library was small for a town institution, and its selection of books was limited. Many had thoroughly creased spines, faded lettering, or yellowing pages – the furniture, too, appeared much-repaired. Only so many of the shelves stocked novels and other fiction – more stocked non-fiction reference material and academic or practical writings, and still more stocked newspaper back-issues and other archival material. Not having multiple floors or a mezzanine, the taller shelves were reached either with assistance, or by the use of a sliding ladder.
Despite its crowded, ageing appearance, the library was stewarded with care and attention to detail. The room was clean, the catalog meticulously organised, and its several reading nooks arranged strategically around the floorspace, with chairs and couches set up for reading. Near each of these, certain shelves had hand-written notes affixed to them, synopsising and recommending particular reading material. It was not uncommon to see small groups of 'mon gathering in these areas for small games or discussions. Certain social or practical clubs in town used the library as a meeting-place when Frontier Hall would not suit, particularly the more avid fans of chess, backgammon, and go.
A keen-eyed Gliscor, quiet but approachable in demeanor, kept watch over the books. She often hung from the library rafters, reading or seemingly sleeping, though even in sleep she seemed quite aware of all that was going on inside. Townies – regular patrons or not – spoke favourably of her, and she was known to provide a listening ear to any in need, providing they were respectful of her 'charges'. Word among town was that Gliscor Tlalli was a friend to any outcasts, given they were willing to put in a good day's work.
<><><><><>Many thanks to @Tetra for assisting with the writeup.