The fifth day of the week dawned calm and a little too bright. After a quick breakfast in the cafeteria, Noah slung his satchel over his shoulder and stood.
"I'll see you later." He said to Arlo, who was still chewing a piece of bread, his new blindfold a shade of teal today.
"Good luck in the stacks." Arlo said, lifting his cup. "Try not to inhale too much dust. You're still recovering from yesterday's torture."
Noah gave a short wave, then made his way across campus toward the library.
It was much busier than usual. The free day meant that many students, especially those without training drills or lessons, had flooded into the building for various reasons. Studying, research, or just a quiet place to sit. The usual soft quiet was replaced by a gentle murmur of voices, footsteps on polished floors, and the occasional squeak of chairs.
He walked past the central desk and approached the head librarian, who looked up from her paperwork with practiced calm.
