Ye old book shoppe [Open like an open book]
"Hmmm...is that an 'M' or an 'N'? Nary Elley? No..."
Nura drums her nails on the bookshelf's sixth level idly, tilting her head to peer at the dusty old tomes better, hair spilling onto her shoulders. She rubs the pad of her index finger against the binding of one in particular and feels the dust rub off it and onto her finger. She retracts her finger, looking at the dust with a wrinkled nose, and then wipes her finger against her new skirt.
"Why is every book in this place filthy with dust particles?"
When she looks back at the shelf, her eyebrows raise. The dust had been covering the 'M' and the 'S' on the book's binding. She pulls out the book and lets it drop into her hands, a bit of dust rising in the air. She brings her hand to her mouth to cover her coughing fit.