Ok chapter two Disclaimer: I own nothing. Note: All this is after Lireal leaves the Glacier and becomes Abhorsen.
Xandrael decided it was time to leave. She had already been over most of the books in the room and found nothing else that interested her. The room was in chaos. There were books everywhere. Luckily the one and only spell she had gotten down pat was a tidying spell. It was quite the useful little thing actually. Let's face it, Xandrael wasn't the neatest person you'd ever meet, in fact she was most likely one of the messiest. Not that she wasn't clean; she just had a knack for being disorganized.
Xandrael closed her eyes and began to make a chain but was disrupted by the large library entrance invaded by someone. What was she going to do? If anyone caught her she would have an extensive amount of explaining to do. They would obviously notice the spell on the door had been broken and the mess she made of the room.
Then an idea came to mind hey may just get her into more trouble, but it was better than having her aunt scold her for being in there. She also didn't want to deal with all the explanations her aunt would have to give her. Sure she wanted to know all these secrets, but now she felt she had to find out those secrets for herself.
Xandrael picked up Lirael's diary and put it in her waistcoat. The Book of the Dead was much too large for her to hide and she had already read it so she felt no need take it. She slipped out of the room and closed the door. She tried her best to be as quiet as possible. She made her way to the other side of the library. The mysterious person (well really Xandrael was the mysterious one. Sneaking around, but anyway...) the person that had come in was no longer near the doors, so she tiptoed up to the bookshelf closest to the doors and pushed with all her force. The bookshelf wobbled and a cluster of books fell out. She gave the large mahogany shelf another forceful shove and it began to sway forward. This was the time she chose to exit the library. Xandrael raced down the halls as fast as she could. Though no logical reason for laughing could be found, she began to burst out in a fit of giggles. She tried to calm herself when she got close to her Aunt Kirriths room. Her aunt was old but certainly not deaf.
Hopefully her plan had worked. If all the librarians spent their time cleaning up the mess she had made then possibly no one would notice that she had broken into the room. Maybe this would give her a moment to clear away the evidence of her presence in the room. Then no one would ever find out.
When Xandrael got back to her quarters she relaxed a bit. She took off her waist coat and threw it over the chest at the end of her bed and put on a cotton night shirt and crawled into bed. She wasn't tired at all. She slept almost the whole day. She thought she would read more of the girl's diary before she went to sleep. She slid to the edge of her bed and leaned over the cascading waterfall of sheets to get her waist coat. She pulled the small, brown, weathered book out of her pocket and resumed her spot at the head of the bed sitting on the pillows. She swung open the book and began to read.
Thirteen and I still don't have the Sight. What luck no parents, no friends and no sight. Maybe if I had the Sight Aunt Kirrith wouldn't be so horrible to me. I doubt that! That old bat is mean to everyone. But you'd think that my mother having been her only sister she might make an effort to be a little nicer to me. When I have kids or if I have kids, I don't care I'm taking them out of the Glacier. I don't think they'd like it here anyway. It's so dull.
Xandrael closed the book. She took no notice that she and this Lirael had the same aunt. Almost everyone in the Glacier was related somehow. Xandrael guessed that it was quite early in the morning. She thought that she would just stay awake 'til breakfast. Until then she preposed that she would tidy her chamber. She didn't feel much like reading although she was anxious to learn more she coulnd't bring herself to read. She had read all night and was growing weary of it.
Xandrael began to tidy, pick up her robes off the floor and furnature and replacing books in their proper spot on her desk. Xandrael reached for her waistcoat that she had removed not long ago. As she lifted it off the chest it rested on she noticed it seemed heavier than before. She felt something in the pocket of it. She slowly crept her hand down into her pocket and pulled out something she hadn't seen before a statue....Of a dog?