@imnotdracula | Starter Call, Great Library of Xalphina
"Oh, pardon me," came the voice from the right side of the white-haired young man.
The magenta-haired woman tries to slide past him, breathing in sharply as her wing brushes against him. She simply wanted a book, but it seems her broken wings would prove to be a problem in this endeavor. She, shakily, reaches for one on the shelf she has moved closer to. Ismene drops her arm the second the pain spike got too intense.
She glances over and gives a weak smile to the other in the aisle with her. "May I request your assistance, briefly?"








