the road less traveled
One of the wonders she had come to admire was the archives here.
Never before had Willoughby seen a library, let alone heard of one until now. Her parents were kind folks, gentle folks, and had their own stories to tell. They told them by lips, not pages. Voices, not verses. She actually did not know how to read very well - simple things like lyrics and rhythms were more her speed. Yet this did not mean the woman was lacking intellect. She just learned differently.
It did not mean she wanted to lack in any way. Discovery was the spice of life. Adventure came in many forms. Today she would find herself in the library, perusing the shelves. Today, she wanted to read more about the mythology and folklore associated with the realm. Willoughby was always looking for new material to add to her routines. She would start here before going to the courts' lands to perfect her craft.
The woman still considered herself a new member of entertaining. Not yet an aspired or beloved bard, but a simple amusement for the masses. This fine day was not spent with such dances and songs in mind. No, it was spent in the library among dusty tomes. She did not know where to start, but she took a simple pleasure in finding out for herself.
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