Help Wanted [attn; Gale]

[Avyra]

[Kinda short, but here's a small starter!]
Avyra Moeryr

With a huff, Avyra dropped down from her toes, glaring up at the high bookshelf. She was in quite a situation. The short Novice had made the mistake of wanting a rather hard to reach book on the tall shelves, about midway up. For someone quite a bit taller, it would have been eye level, but she couldn't even reach her hands up there no matter how far she stretched. Now, she had a few options, but none of them worked. Jumping in her Novice whites had already proved useless; she had tested it before. If she was alone, she would have already gotten the book by climbing the shelf, no big. But the Browns would not appreciate her clambering up the shelves like they were trees. They already didn't appreciate her clambering up the trees, another thing she had found out by experience. She couldn't channel alone yet, being a Novice, even though she was sure she could wrap Air around the book and gently pull it down to her. Her only other option was to ask for help. But that was the pathetic thing to do. So she resolved to glaring at the book, standing back a few feet to consider any other options, but none came to her. She gritted her teeth. She really really wanted that book.

[Gale]

Daliner was walking through the library looking for a book. He didn't much like reading, he simply didn't see the point in it. Most things could be passed on by word of mouth and while it was less consistent most things that truly mattered came through alright. He admitted that occasionally writing things down was important such as supplies and other dry bites of knowledge but apart from that most things could simply be repeated. He wasn't talking about things like rumors or stories but techniques and strategies, important things. Sadly for him the Asha'man did not view books in the same way he did and had insisted that he read. That was why he was hear and not out in the Warder Yards practising or in his room resting.

As he was walking through the room he saw a small girl standing back from one of the tall shelves glaring at it. Most likely she wanted a book which was too high for her to reach on her own. It wasn't surprising, she was very short and that was a very tall shelf. Most of the books would be out of her reach and she wouldn’t be allowed to simply channel them down to herself. He walked over towards her with the intent of helping her.

[Avyra]

Avyra was so busy trying to burn down the shelf with her gaze that she didn't notice the Soldier creeping up on her, watching her. She frowned, walking back over to the shelf before standing on her toes, reaching her short arms up to try to get it one last time. Her fingers didn't even brush the bottom of the shelf the book was on. She dropped back down again with a defeated sigh, running a hand through her dark brown hair. It wasn't going to work. She'd just have to find another book on the subject; there must be another text on falconry somewhere that she could borrow. One that was on a more managable shelf. She knew she should stop reaching for it, both literally and figuratively. She would never get there, and asking for help to get down something a normal height person could reach by themself was embarrassing. Besides, falconry was a stupid dream anyway. She'd never get it, book or no book. Her with a hawk or eagle perched on her arm was laughable. Then she looked up, seeing the soldier standing there, watching her. He was an older man, older than she had ever seen in a soldier, with a hardened appearance that gave him the illusion of even more age and experience. She had spent enough time in the Warder's Yards training with Terric to know that he was a warrior without even needing to ask. And he was tall, kinda intimidating. Way taller than she, almost as big as Terric. Her face reddened. "I'm... I'm sorry," she said, her voice breaking halfway through. Fool, she scolded herself. Move over for the people that can actually use the shelves and stop making an idiot of yourself. "Am I in your way? I can move. I just... didn't need it anyway. I'll move, I'm sorry for keeping you waiting."

[Gale]

Daliner watched the small girl make a final, futile attempt to reach to book. He could see that she didn't have a hope of getting it down without help. He guessed she was from Cairhien. It would explain her height and build. He was beginning to learn the various looks and accents of those from the different nations. It was a new skill, before not where someone had came from did not matter only if they would try to kill him. He still wasn't totally over that kind of thinking but he was getting their, slowly.

"I'm not needing access to any of the shelves. I was wondering if you wanted help in getting that book down." He said gesturing to the book which the girl had been trying to reach. He could easily reach it, it was just below his eye level. For the first time he realised just how tall he was. The girl was easily a foot shorter than him and he towered over her. He took a step back trying to appear less threatening, something very difficult for a man who had spent his whole life learning how to be dangerous, and look it. At the same time he tried to soften his face, and failed. Instead he looked like he had been punched.

"If you want to get that book that is?" He added at the end as and after thought.

[Avyra]

Avyra had started to walk away when he spoke up, making her stop and turn back around. "I'm not needing access to any of the shelves. I was wondering if you wanted help in getting that book down." He paused for a moment, seeming to size her up, stepping back and trying to rearrange his build to make himself smaller, if only slightly. It was unneeded; Avyra was a long way from being scared of him. "If you want to get that book that is?" The Novice looked back up at it. "I... I don't need it. It was a stupid idea of mine, anyway. I'd never really be good at it." She sighed. "Don't bother youself with my troubles. I'll just find another book." She looked back down, turning away again. She was so embarrassed; she could feel so much color in her cheeks. She had been too stubborn to ask so instead she had made an even bigger fool of herself.