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It had been a natural choice to travel along the trade route to Maraan from Elbion. Or so he had thought when talking to the locals. The journey itself had been much harder on him than anticipated. He truly suffered in these warmer airs and thanked each passing breeze.
He usually quite liked basking in the sun though his pale skin never seemed to change in hue other than growing a bit pink. Here it felt as if the sun were closer somehow burning with brilliance but also stifling.
The new sights and sounds had been a welcome distraction. He had ventured about the markets wide eyed. Of course there was one location in particular that had made the daunting trek worth being baked alive. The Westwing library. He would never have found it if one of the locals he had been traveling with hadn’t guided the way.
The building itself seemed of exceedingly well design. Both protecting the books orderly and magangeing to still capture the breeze to cool the interior.
The small elf's face was lit with a smile brighter than the burning sun outside. He purused the libraries diverse collection with great interest feeling bliss whell in his heart as he decided where to start.
He stood on tip toe reaching up in an attempt to grasp a volume on an upper shelf.
White hair tied back loosely in a braid flowing down his back and flowing clothing in soft blue and grey tones, all evoked an image of moonlight. It looked out of place here but then that was true of most places.
He usually quite liked basking in the sun though his pale skin never seemed to change in hue other than growing a bit pink. Here it felt as if the sun were closer somehow burning with brilliance but also stifling.
The new sights and sounds had been a welcome distraction. He had ventured about the markets wide eyed. Of course there was one location in particular that had made the daunting trek worth being baked alive. The Westwing library. He would never have found it if one of the locals he had been traveling with hadn’t guided the way.
The building itself seemed of exceedingly well design. Both protecting the books orderly and magangeing to still capture the breeze to cool the interior.
The small elf's face was lit with a smile brighter than the burning sun outside. He purused the libraries diverse collection with great interest feeling bliss whell in his heart as he decided where to start.
He stood on tip toe reaching up in an attempt to grasp a volume on an upper shelf.
White hair tied back loosely in a braid flowing down his back and flowing clothing in soft blue and grey tones, all evoked an image of moonlight. It looked out of place here but then that was true of most places.