[h3][color=moccasin]Ethra[/color][/h3]
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The Silverspell Library was, simply put, [i]vast[/i]. As Ethra stepped inside through the front entrance, she was met with two-storied platforms built into tall, replete bookshelves. It was no surprise, the sheer number of books kept here, most on all the species known to inhabit this world, and many others pertaining to the arcane. Ethra’s guardian Kantus owned a plethora of books back home, practically all of which she’d taken the time to read - but it paled in comparison to all of [i]this[/i].

Ethra moved forward with the intent of procuring any number of books on whatever species she’d yet to cover. That had been her goal for a long time, even before Silverspell - to act as a scholar of sorts. In fact, a frequent thought of hers was that she wished to own a library herself one day. A calm, quiet establishment, nothing too opulent. Somewhere she could be at ease.

Thoughts for another time, however. Now, just more books. As she moved forward however, Ethra felt something tap her upper right shoulder. She swiveled her neck around in classic owl fashion to behold a lumpy, spindly black tentacle jutting upward from the floor, out of some sort of small black rift in the air. Ethra’s feathers stood up some as a small black puddle emerged next to the tentacle’s base. Out of it rose a tall, lean, limbless figure, clad in ragged purple robes, and wearing a white, almost porcelain-like mask, with several holes carved into it. Nothing lied behind them but an empty void. Out of the back of the figure’s head, three intertwining tentacles flowed back into the rifts on the floor, slowly undulating, lifting the figure just a few inches upward.

"Ma̢y͟ I h͏e͘lp͞ ̨y̨ou, ̵y̕oun͘g ͞bag̨o͏y͢ép͠.̡"

She spoke with no mouth, and her words carried a faint echo, with various other sounds mixed in. Ethra hesitated for a moment before her feathers settled, her body turned to standard orientation, and she regained what composure she lost. “I…” She began, “I came to browse. Perhaps check a few items out.”

"͏Ár̷e ͘yoų ̛à ̶new ̷s͝tud̨en̴t.́"

“Yes. My name is Ethra.”

"E҉th̨r͟a. I am̛ ̛Y̨g'̸n̴t͘ha̶s̨i̴i̡-Sr̶ag-Ura. ̵I҉ ́m͢anąge thi͞ş ar͏ch̢ìv̴e."͟

“It’s a pleasure to meet you.” Ethra replied, bowing her head just the slightest bit. “I… may be here for a while, letting you know in advance.”

"̴T̨h͠a̧t i̕s̨ all̷o͡w͟ed.͝ Le͏t͠ ̶me̷ kņow if ̨so͞met͘h͜ing͘ el̀s͠e ͏i͏s̨ re̸quir҉e͢d.̶"

“I will. Thank you.”

And with that, Yg’ntha slowly receded into the floor, the rifts vanishing afterwards. Ethra lingered for only a moment before turning and heading for the shelves once again. There were very few other students around, most understandably not interested in studying so early before classes officially began. Which meant it’d be all the more easier to find a free seat.