The Faithkeeper enters written in water and gives a polite wave to the person working behind the counter. She breathed in through her nose, letting the beautiful smell of the books, both old and new, fill her nose. That and the ground coffee beans just magnified everything. It was delicious.
Sally made her way to the stacks and ran fingers over the spines of the books, looking for whatever may pop out as interesting. She had planned to do some language research, but as with every time she walked into a book store, she quickly got lost in the beautiful nature of a book store.
The woman took a hair tie off her wrist and stuck it between her teeth, holding it there while she put her hair up into a pony tail. With her right hand she takes the tie and wraps it around the hair held by her left hand. With that done, back to the books.