[Garett's Perspective]
There is a girl disrupting morals around here.
It has been about a week since she has come here. The newcomer goes by the name Arielle. Her hair is of light pink color and exudes and image of softness and an airy feeling. Her eyes resemble that of pale blue topaz gemstones, her lips contain a naturally cherry blossom tint, and her skin is white and gentle like snow.
There is probably no woman more beautiful than this woman in Arundel or even this country. I suppose it is not an exaggeration to say that even the princess of this country would fall prey to her looks.
If she was only beautiful, there would be less problems.
Alongside her beautiful looks, she had what would be considered a sensuality unbefitting of her age.
"Ow... a paper cut," she said as she accidentally pricked her finger.
I sighed as I rummaged through my pockets to find a bandage.
"I have a..."
She suddenly began sucking on her injured finger.
The act itself was not particularly strange. It was the fast that a beautiful girl was sucking on her finger with her pretty lips was inciting the immoral feelings of both genders.
"Good now..." she said as she took her finger out of her mouth.
Only she herself is unaware of the reddened faces around her.
A natural...airhead.
"Uh..."
"A bandaid?"
I handed her the bandaid that I had unknowingly crumpled in my hand.
"I just happened to have an extra," I said curtly.
I am always acting cold to her on reflex. If I would have to answer why, it is because this woman disturbs my heart. Not acting cold would result in me falling to her charms just like the others.
"Thank you," she said as she accepted the bandaid with a smile.
I quickly turned away from her and went to sorting books with a few other Librarians.
"Lady Arielle is beautiful as always," someone began.
I agree...I just do not think it is appropriate to talk about such things while we work.
"What do you think, Garett?" Johor, an unpleasant guy that came around the same I did, asked me as he poked me in my sides.
"Hah?"
Why do these people believe that I am a fan of these topics?
"You two are the closest in age to one another and are from the same country," Johor noted.
"Stop it," Clovis, a more unpleasant guy that came around the same time I did, said as he threw his arm around Johor. "Garett here has a trauma."
"A trauma?" Johor asked curiously.
I smacked Clovis on the back of his head.
"Ow!" he yelped.
"Not another word," I said sternly.
"I am curious now," Johor said as he looked in my direction.
"Whatever," I said as I went back to work.
"We have his approval!" Clovis said.
He would have said it anyways.
"Get back to work afterwards..."
Clovis took the book out of my hands and began gathering the male librarians around and perched himself on a high chair we often used to read to children.
"Gather around, gents! It is time for story time!"
I was grabbed as well and made to sit on the ground front and center with the others.
"Oi! Don't get in the way of my work!" I screeched at the people holding me down.
I swear...all of the people in this country, or rather this library, always tries to find a reason to skip work.
"Little Garett was made to meet a girl a year younger than him many years ago," Clovis began. "He had made her cry within a few minutes of meeting her, and she pushed him into a pond in retaliation."
I received numerous boos from the people around me.
"You lot are too noisy!" I screeched at them as I went back to my work.
My eyes were drawn to her. She was there sitting elegantly at the very top of the ladder and had a book opened in her hands. Her knees were slightly elevated to support her book at an angle as she read to herself quietly.
She looked breathtaking as the light shone through her pink to silvery blonde hair and reflected at the ends of her hair making her seem as if she were surrounded by pixie dust. She moved her hair ever so slightly that she would not bother too much with her long hair.
I hate boisterous girls.
Gentle girls like her, I don't particularly dislike them...