A pile of books, with dust gathered on top of each, greeted Flavian that morning. As he was led to this library of sort of the coven, where a bunch of books crowded him. If yesterday it was women, today, it was books. It appears he’s a man who can gather a crowd wherever he goes.
Nevertheless, Flavian sat down and ought to start browsing through these books as it’ll take him an entire day to finish them all, however, he ran into a problem early on. The books, knowledge-filled as they are, are written in a different language.
He cannot understand a word in these books. His shoulders slump in defeat.
But just then, a pair of footsteps come into earshot. He turns around, hopeful, and freezes on his spot.
“G-Good morning…” she whispers, awkward air hanging around them. Her timid forest eye
