☉NARIEL
If I were to hazard a guess, winter had, at last, dawned upon the human world, akin to the perpetual winter of my clan, where children were bundled in layers of fabric, much like I once was. However, such a vision seems foreign here in Malethros. It has been a full seven days since I last ventured beyond the court, and even that brief excursion into the night's chill revealed no sign of winter's impending arrival.
I took the path to the library. A well-trodden route I now frequent. It served as a welcome distraction, a refuge where I could corral my unruly thoughts. And I often remind myself that Vaelin had pored over these very pages, that his hands had once grazed their surfaces, that they had been his.
His library.
Most books were that of knowledge … quite philosophical, m
