The Keaton University bookstore had a reputation for being crowded and over-priced. The library was much more useful (and significantly cheaper), but the process of photocopying was often tedious and irritating. While most frustrated students might throw in the towel and succumb to former or latter option, a very select few persisted in the search for cheap books. Depending on the major, low-priced, used books could be found if one looked in the right places. Jacobson's being one of them.

Yet for English Litterature student, the used and rare bookstore had become a permanent block in her schedule. Not only was the price very much in her budget, but the variety of books housed in the store's shelves were quite remarkable, to say the least. Some were your ordinary classics from way back when, useful at a later date perhaps, and some were rather extraordinary in both appearance and content.

Maeve was currently flipping through a thick tome on ancient Gods and rituals, listening to her walkman (yes, walkman) and humming a little too loudly and a little too much out of tune. Perhaps she was making slightly too big of a ruckus, but couldn't hear herself and therefore could not put a stop to it. The brunette bobbed her head up and down to the beat of the music blasting directly into her ears, turning this way and that so that her knee-length, silk skirt swished about her legs.

The twenty year old looked extremely odd and, had she known, she probably would have chosen a safer position huddled quietly in a corner.

Arlka was wandering through the bookstore, something that had become a favorite pasttime of hers. She loved reading, and she loved old books even more. As she neared her favorite section of mythology and fantasy, she heard an obnoxious humming coming from behind one of the shelves. Her long dark braid fell over her shoulder as she turned the corner of an aisle, finding the culprit. Arlka made a face as she saw the girl standing with a book and headphones, humming and 'dancing' in her own little world.

Ugh, how can I get her to stop without hurting her feelings? she wondered. Arlka realized the girl was humming a song she was familiar with. She walked up to her and tapped her on the shoulder.

"That's a good song," she said, forcing a smile. She was doing this for the girl's own good lest someone else come back here and tell her stop, Arlka told herself. "What, um, book did you find? Anything good?"

Maeve nearly jumped right out of her stillettoed boots as well as her knee-highs. Practically ripping off the headphones, she gave a little nervous giggle and, while rubbing the back of her neck awkwardly, she stammered out an apology.

"Gee, I-I'm sorry, I didn't realize there was someone else here. Uh, I, uh, I can turn it off if it's bothering you?" She inquired, although it should have really been a statement. Then it occured to her that Arika hadn't said that she was bothering her per se, she'd only asked what book she had found. Feeling her cheeks grow slightly warm, Maeve glanced down at the cover of the tome, having forgotten the title already. Apparently she hadn't been concentrating too hard on what she was reading.

"Um, The Nature of Gods, Goddesses and Those Who Summon Them, it sounded a little odd so I figured why not, right?"

Arlka smiled. "Don't worry too much about the music, just turn it down a tad maybe." She switched her attention to the book. It had caught her interest anyway.

"Gods and Goddesses, hm," she said, her eyes brightening a little bit, unintentionally, "Are you planning to summon a God?" It was, in fact, Arlka who had gained a new interest in the gods. She wished she had a reason good enough to summon one herself...she had just recently become a believer.