Her eyes lighting up with something akin to cheer for the first time since she'd been told of her curse and banishment, Niamh was more than happy to respond to the mute appeal from the shelves of neglected literature and knowledge.<br/><br/>Stepping carefully around the puddle on the doorstep, in her haste to get inside she forgot the forboding that the sense of being watched had instilled in her.<br/><br/>The years of librarian training made her feel certain that there must be some sort of filing system for the tomes on the shelves, and she took a moment to look around seeking perhaps labels on the shelves or a reference card area.  Failing that, she supposed she'd have to work with the book titles themselves to get some sort of idea as to what was where.