Einin wasn't alone that day.
A guard accompanied her as escort, and she knew that the Wolves were near, as well, for Rufus was ever vigilant after what had happened--for which she was thankful for, for once. Escort or not, though, she was left mostly to her own business. The man lingered nearby, keeping an eye on things and keeping her within eyesight, while Einin was free to wander the vast library.
There were more kinds of armor than just the physical, and she had had enough of being afraid. In an effort to better equip herself, she had insisted on going to the library to browse for more silly, fanciful stories alleviate her boredom back home. At least, that was the official reason. The real reason was the stack of books currently in her arms--books about goblins and other warped fae creatures, but also several books about combat, weaponry, and tactics. Not really suitable reading for a proper lady, but as her escort wasn't monitoring her reading material, it wasn't an issue.
What was an issue was getting down a book she currently wanted.
With a frown up at the promising tome, which was stacked high and just out of her reach, she set her books down on the floor, rolled up her long sleeves (for she was wearing a lavender dress complete with bodice and dainty slippers rather than boots), and rolled her shoulders back. She would certainly not be defeated by a book!
Grabbing onto the shelves, she climbed up two shelves, just enough to be able to reach it with her fingertips. Tongue sticking out the side of her mouth, she stretched for it, just barely managed to get her fingers on it, and tugged.
It came out, all right.
And so did half the books on the shelf, for they'd been rather tightly packed together. They all followed the book and came tumbling down in a shower of hard-backed volumes and fluttering pages--some of them landing on the poor man that she hadn't noticed come walking down that aisle.