Sisterly Competition RP

Ethel smiled proudly at the great bookshelves. She didn't spend too much time in the library, but when she did it was normally long periods of time, spent with one or two very big books. She looked around for a few moments, looking for a guide, though there wasn't really much to be seen. She looked to Marisa. "Where are the folktale books again?" She asked.
 
Scipio looked about the massive archive of literature like a child in a candy store. Looking to one of the windows, he saw a familiar title written in bold. "The Paladin Prophecy", it was one of his favorites in the fiction department. Walking towards it, he likes how the echoing footsteps were more muffled than usual.

"I believe I have a guess." He says shortly after he started to wander after the book. Surely enough, other titles began to appear he recognized. There was also an easel and a small couch in the corner of the library, that was a nice detail. As he got there, not looking to see if he was followed, he pulled the book from the shelf and sat on the couch. Even alone this would be a most relaxing evening for him.
 
Marisa was about to answer when Scipio broke away from them toward the folklore books; having spotted one he knew of. "Its right there" She laughed lightly since he'd found it on his own. "Its Folklore and other fiction for a long while before it breaks off into history and non fiction and things like that." Marisa gestured toward the other sections which showed their significance size difference in comparison to the fiction area.
 
Ethel nodded along with what her sister said. She looked around the folktale section. Many she recognised from her younger years, bedtime stories from a time long ago. She picked up one thin book, titled simply 'Moral Stories for Children'. She flicked to a random page and smiled at the story that turned up. 'The Thief's Hands'. Eyes still on the book, she wandered over to a chair near the sofa. She sat down, still seemingly engrossed in the book.
 
Scipio flicked through the pages of the book, his lips moving slightly with his thoughts. He knew every line of the book by now, it was a very interesting folklore tale. He noticed the cover of Ethel's book, and knew it was a milder tale than his. The books that he read were far from bedtime stories, and they appealed to a niche audience of readers. A happy ending was the lack of a bad ending, the way his books made him think.

Noting how there were no servants in sight, he propped his feet onto the couch and slouched against the arm, careful not to disrupt Ethel. Now that he was more comfortable, his focus on the book engulfed him until he was oblivious of all but the splatters of ink on the pages.
 
Marisa watched as the two began to read, and approached her easel; the painting she'd worked on earlier had been taken away to dry so there was now an empty canvas accompanied by her paint and a brush. She had painted the book cases many times, the gallery of them showed her progress throughout the years. Occasionally of course she wouldn't paint from reference, rather from imagination though she preferred to paint what she could see. So she carefully began a painting of her surroundings, the couch, the bookshelves, and of course the people. It was commonplace in this castle, if someone was there while the princess was painting most knew they'd be included in the image.
 
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