That Time of the MonthShe dusted, placed each tome back where it belonged. Scrolls were harder, no one ever remembered where to put those, they were always out of order, even after her companions had finished working.That Time of the Month6 years ago in Humor More Like This
Literary barbarians, she muttered. Her day was technically over, the library closed, everyone else had gone home. But she remained, dedicated to the duty of straightening the paperwork and making sure no one had left a page folded down. (Not only did that rankle her, but it was against the rules! If they were borrowing a book to read, didnt they bother to read the rules about checking them out?)
It wasnt tedius work for her, to everyone else that staffed the Grand City Library it was a chore. They werent like her, Clementina Feliciane was a dedicated worker and a diligent Litarist.
Litarists werent common, at least not yet. In a place known for its size, population and age, the Grand City was home to at least half a dozen devotees of the Written Word.