[@Sarcelle Renard]

After about 10 minutes of wondering through the vast halls of knowledge, Octavia quite literally stumbled upon a fellow, knee high in a diverse and large collection of books. Octavia tripped over a pile of books, which in turn caused an avalanche of the large quantities of literature to fall and bury her alive.

[color=ed1c24]"You have quite the love for literature I see! I must say, it's quite an admirable quality you poccess, good sir! Though I do believe that you may have gotten a tad bit overboard!"[/color] Octavia said laughing at her own clumsiness and at the ridiculous amount of books that piled ontop of her. She looked at a few titles ontop of her. [color=ed1c24]"I do say, you have a wonderful taste in literature. I have read some of these myself! "[/color] She said picking up a book and reading a few pages then placed it back ontop of her. 

[color=ed1c24][i]" What beauty of the darkness of a demon's wing reflect that of the purest of sunlight, can only be rivaled by that of the purity of an angel's wing against that of moonlight most serene."[/i][/color] The angel quoted with a smile as she lay on the floor. She then heaved herself to a sitting position and kneeled to pick up the books she had knocked over, her hood no longer covering her head and resting on her shoulders. All the while, she was completely oblivious to whom the fellow really was.