Isadora looked upon the dusty books with intrest. Each one had it's own story to tell, no matter if it was a storybook, atlas, history book, or some other. "Hmm..." She read the spines curiously. While Isadora had loved to spend her time in the library, she never had really took it upon herself to wondered the almost always unused sections. She would have to come here often. It was Isadora's goal to read all the books within the library before she left, unless she had read them before, that is. As the girl trailed her fingers along each of the book, she left her mark as she wiped away the dust from where her fingers had been. With a hint of amusement, the girl wiped her hands together before grabbing a book and blowing the dust off of it. This would be a good one.<br/><br/>Just as the girl was about to grab another book, she heard someone else in the enormous library. Who else would be here? Of course, with it being so huge, the space had distorted the other person's voice, so Isadora couldn't quite make out who it had been. With a hint of curiousity, Isadora peaked her head around the corner and looked down the rows of book shelves. It was the gypsy boy! Well..he really wasn't a boy, being older than Isadora, but still. Surprised, Isadora backed up behing the corner and hit the row of books that stood against the wall. Dust fell all over her and the girl tried to hold a sneaze, but it was to no avail as the sneaze rushed from her lips, causing more dust to stir.