the road less traveled
"Hmm?
The tone is light, curious. It is clear she hadn't noticed the other woman until they address her. Pale sapphires blink once, twice before shifting to look at the stranger. They are a sea of brunette hues, streaked with stark ivory and soft beiges. Willoughby smiles in greeting, her eyes looking back to the aisle of books briefly.
"No, no. Nothing in particular" comes her gentle reply, a ghost of a giggle on her vocals. She closes her eyes in an instant, flashing a more friendly smile with a tilt of her head. A regular gesture for her. "I mean, I have not a title in mind" Willoughby goes on "but I am looking for something."
Or a few things. "I just wondered if this library had any record of songs, dances... Maybe even a few old stories?" She opens her eyes, staring expectantly at the other woman. Did they work here? Were they a regular? That was half the fun of finding out.
@Meira / speaks / welcome!
