bleary eyes open trying to focus on what was going on. "what's going on?" her hands tighten on the blanket wrapped around her shoulders. ever since leaving mystic falls, she had grown unaccustomed to supernatural emergencies. her emergencies now consist of forgetting to proof a pastry or her souffles not rising correctly.

the caster library is quiet.   lena likes to spend time here because it's the one place she feels she could be herself completely, surrounded by knowledge on her craft, her abilities growing in strength while also becoming more stabilized.   it's become important for lena to spend time here, and she's just glad she isn't alone.   not many casters come here anymore, so she's made it a point to bring others with her.   libraries, much like in the mortal world, are a dying institution.   “   hey, tab,   ”   lena says, calling the other's attention without so much as lifting her eyes from her book.   “   y'know, if you stop pacing,  the book you're looking for should come to you.   ”   a small smile lifts the corners of her mouth before her gaze lifts to look at the other woman, shutting the literature in her hand as she hops off the table she was sitting at.   “   are you looking for something specific or general?   i can help you, if you want.   ”

plans are not always swordplay or magic , they can be made perfect and work in tremendous fashion should the written word be just right . not all songs the bard has created have been for the sake of a coin starved muse , nor a tale of great adventures experienced when walking to the flank of a horse . some , the viscount would admit only to friends and well paying listeners , were crafted in spite .