[ the librarian narrows his eyes, but he orders her to put her shoes back on, then gives her the name of who must be the cobbler. he eyes them both suspiciously a second longer, but she agrees immediately, kneeling to grab one of her boots. satisfied, he drifts away.
she waits until he's out of earshot to scoff. ]
Who cares about shoes?
[ setting her book on the floor, she sits down and finishes tugging on her boots. ]
no subject
she waits until he's out of earshot to scoff. ]
Who cares about shoes?
[ setting her book on the floor, she sits down and finishes tugging on her boots. ]