"They think I have stolen the Book of Light! I didn't have anything to do with it!"
Zincarla peeked around a book case, her magenta eyes aglow with curiosity. A tall thin man stood pacing, whispering in hushed words upon his iLac phone. He was scrawny, and something about him was clumsy, but that didn't mean he couldn't be affable. The witch watched on as the pause in the call ended and it was the man's turn to speak again.
"Well, I could lose my job here for even the suspicion. At worst, maybe they'll send me to prison!"
He paused again and he spun around facing her. Zincarla ducked, worried he had seen her, but she needn't have been. The man was clearly too frantic. His blue eyes were wide, the wrinkles in his face putting him at middle age even through his distress. He wore slacks, a crisp white shirt and a rumpled blue tie. At his breast pocket was a clipped ID naming him "Alabaster Proustain - Head Librarian". He had a serious job then for such a prestigious library. Gone was the expected soft, gentleness of a youthful librarian, or the strict matronly voice of a senior book keeper. This man was in a position of power with all these magical and non magical tomes around him.
"I really didn't take it," He insisted, "But it is a valuable original copy. We kept it behind glass and those who want to study it have to sign a logbook. The last person who signed it used MY NAME!"
He paced around some more and Zincarla poked her head back out from hiding, seeing a bead of sweat trickle from his brow. He dabbed it with a small cloth and let out a sigh.
"Fine. Find me someone and I'll meet them on my lunch. I guess who ends up being my lawyer is the least of my worries if they pass your check, at the least. Yes. Yes," He nodded looking somewhat relieved. "Thank you." He hung up the phone and braced himself against a broad study table. Given that this section was sectioned off as a magical archive, it was guaranteed to be quiet and without anyone else listening. Normally, that is; Zincarla was the exception to this assumption. She stepped out and cleared her throat, causing Alabaster's back to straighten tensely. He snapped around, trying to look serious and professional but Zincarla caught the guilty glint in his eye. She wondered if maybe he did steal this book after all, but she supposed the truth didn't much matter. His job was at risk unless the book was found, but all mages benefited from the library. Finding the Book of Light was bound to impress Aidan.
"You're not supposed to be back here," Alabaster declared before crossing his arms.
Zincarla cut straight to the point, "You're going to be fired without that book." There was no sense in playing games with him. Time was clearly of the essence here.
He struck out a finger at her and almost shouted, at the last second taking a deep breath to lower his volume. "You!? You stole the book?! Where is it? What do you have against me? I demand you return it!" Alabaster babbled on, shaking his finger at her. Zincarla couldn't tell if he was a good liar or genuinely believed what he was saying at this point.
"Idiot. I just overheard you on the phone. The Book of Light sounds real important. I could help you to find it," Zincarla suggested, gesturing with her arm and placing it on her hip. She wore her usual pink fitted garb which accentuated her curvy body. The man scowled at her and before he could ask she answered his obvious question, "For free. Sounds like you need the help and you're not really in a position to say no, are you Alabaster?"
Zincarla took a step forward and flicked his name badge. His face shifted from indignation to rage and then settled on a desperate calm. "Just Bast, please. The full name is so formal and pretentious and it would seem we are already past that. How do I know I can trust you?"
The dark haired woman flashed him her guild tattoo and smiled, "I'm Zincarla and I am a legal mage. Breaking the law isn't really my thing." She felt the shadows inside creep over her heart and tinge her smile, transforming it from genuine into a fake mask. It was true that she followed most of the laws, but she had never gotten a real chance to try anything different. She had no childhood pranks or bad teenage streaks or even an occasional theft to dot or speckle her perfect record. Once a murder was burned into your papers, true or not, you were stuck to following every law in order to avoid re-entering prison, like in her case. She knew what it was like to be wrongfully detained and if this mage librarian was innocent, it suited her well to help him past keeping the favor of her spirit contract.
She exchanged iLac numbers with Bast and left him in the library with a promise to meet up around dinner time for a real discussion. Given that it was still morning, that gave her all day to poke her nose around and try to locate the Book of Light, or at least the rumor of what had happened to it.
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