Rune had been up with the sun. The faerie had thrown open the curtains looking out onto the small balcony that over looked the street below. Already the sound of traffic could be heard drifting through the partly open window as Rune began to prepare for the day ahead. Choosing a simple white collared shirt, black pants, and brown shoes, the faerie added one of his signature long cloaks to the outfit, dark green in colour. His large wings opened behind him and fluttered, a smile on the faerie's face as he concealed them away and left his own apartment for the stairs, taking him to the bookstore below. He had chosen to live above the shop both for easy access, as well as for convenience. Should he be needed for anything, or simply not be able to sleep in the wee hours of the morning, he could simply slip downstairs without a problem.<br/><br/>The usual bubble of chatter met Rune as he entered the bookstore proper. He allowed himself a moment to close his eyes and take in a deep breath, the scent of paper, old and new, coffee and various pastries, the unique touch of pixie dust, magic, and a faint burning smell all coming together to create something familiar and comforting to the old faerie. Making his way through the many twisting aisles, Rune allowed his slim fingers to lightly dance across the spines of the books he passed, seeming to know them by simple touch alone. Without looking, or even stopping, he pulled a slim volume from the shelf and flicked through the pages with the ease of someone who had done this countless times before.<br/><br/>Glancing to the pages, Rune read as he traversed his usual path to the front counter, taking note of Fes' coat and scarf already on their hook, before perching on the edge of a stool. Leaning forward, the faerie rested his elbows on the wooden counter  and focused on the printed words before him. The words he had memorized centuries ago when these specific poems had first been written, but they were still some of Rune's favourites and he had gotten into the habit of reading a few of them every morning. As people passed, Rune would look up from the book to smile and nod at them, knowing many of them from past encounters here in the shop. Today was off to a great start.