https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nmExqfKa1Uc (random roaring at end, ignore that lmao)

A soft melody floated through the air. The smell of bread mixing it with it warmly, creating a sense of home. A young woman sat on an old wooden chair strumming her harp, creating the fairy-like tune. It was a pleasant sound, but her face was decorated with a sad smile. Her eyes empty and staring through the floor-boards into times gone by. She repeated the chords without missing a beat, her lids heavy over her eyes she seemed half likely to fall asleep. A clatter from the kitchen broke the noise, and with a sudden silence she stopped her song. The head of an older man leaned back to become visible through the doorway. "Sorry dear, did I startle you? Food ready anyways." He returned to his work and soon came out of the kitchen with two plates of stew and fresh bread. 

The young woman took the chance while he was setting up to place her instrument aside the wall of the dining room she was in, and set the table for two. She also took an old wooden bowl from atop a small cabinet to carry into the kitchen. The two passed each other with a small smile and she went to fill the thing with a setting of potatoes and chicken made off to the side. She re-entered the room and placed the bowl next to another filled with water in the corner. She then whistled and the lazy sound of padding feet came near. A dog looking older then time itself managed to make it's way in, and she squatted down to give it a small pet of affection. She then took her seat, and the three began to eat. The older man and Candy spoke about their days, mostly uneventful for both. She spent all her time at home when she wasn't out working, and he was much the same. After full stomachs and a few light hearted laughs, she broached the subject she was avoiding. 

[color=6ecff6]"A letter came in today."[/color] Her tone and expression betrayed the recent conversation's tone. The older man just nodded and lent forward. [color=6ecff6]"Looks like i'm part of a circle now."[/color] She gave a small smile, trying to mask the obvious way she felt about it. The man just hummed and nodded slowly again. [color=6ecff6]"So i'll be gone. For a very long time I imagine. I'll visit when I can of course."[/color] He gave her a smile at that, but the two knew how often that would be; which is to say, not very. She spent the night packing, and the next morning she was off. 

"Just do me the favor of staying safe love. I can't go losing you too." Tears threatened to surface at the comment, but she bit her lower lip and nodded, embracing him warmly, before leaving. She had what she needed slung on her back, and if she wanted to make it in the requested time, she couldn't wait around. So off she was. 

[i]---At the library---[/i]

[color=6ecff6]"What in the ever living fuck is a troglodyte?"[/color]

Candy stood with a hefty book of ancient history open in her hands. She was making a sour face at it trying to understand some of the more academic words. She didn't dislike reading, but she learned it late in life and when she couldn't understand big words it sort of annoyed her. She shrugged and closed the book, sliding it under her arm along with the dictionary she had found. She stayed away from Helia most she could, so she always took books out when she was back. This time she wanted to learn about what came before, instead of magical theory or math or anything like that. She also told herself this as a way of convincing herself it wasn't nerves. Usually she was ready for anything, and took it all in stride. For some reason though she found herself a little concerned with this whole circle business. She loved people, and being in groups and all that but being part of a team? Making sure people were safe and by god people doing the same for her? A questionable idea. 

So instead of waiting around for the problem to hit her in the face, she hid between the rows of tomes and grimoire. Busying herself with reading, checking out books and flipping through pages idly. After a few minutes she sighed. [color=6ecff6]"This ain't like me..."[/color] she muttered under her breath. The idea alone was enough to get her to go. She went to the counter so sign the books out, slipped them into her bag with her other things, and went to exactly where she was supposed to.