Lyssa loved her job any time of day, but she had to admit that having the closing shift was her favorite. The library was always quiet, but with the sun setting the hush became almost sacred.
She smiled a bit at her own fanciful thoughts, absently flicking through the pages of the book in front of her. She'd read it a dozen times already, but she liked the feel of a book in her hand. She glanced up with small smiles and nods for the people who began trickling out, returning home.
It was just about closing time when she finally looked up and realized the library was empty. Seemingly. She sighed and stretched, closing her book, and rose to her feet. This was why she loved the closing shift, actually getting to close up. There was something wonderful to her about being the only person in a big building full of books.
She needed to make her rounds first though. More than once she'd almost been locking up when some student or random fellow bookworm came hurrying out of some nook or another, breathless and apologizing for losing track of the time. Taking out the quill and parchment she always carried, she leaned over her desk and scrawled a quick Light.
A soft glow sprang into being around her head, enough to see by even as she began walking around and blowing out the lanterns. Satisfied, she set off on her rounds.
