[Calyra's POV]
Near the towering bookshelves of the upper section, stood a solitary figure, poised within their august shadow. If someone walked past too quickly, they might think she was just another statue the academy put for decoration.
Around her drifted a quiet procession of books, suspended in obedient orbit.
[Guided Levitation].
It was one of the privileges granted to those permitted entry into this sanctified tier of the library. A simple spell that allows any chosen volume to follow its reader.
They circled her now in patient attendance, three at her shoulder, one hovering slightly behind, another reclining in the air near her waist.
But if one was being honest, it's not the spectacle of the library that caught most eyes at the moment… no, they were all drawn inevitably to that girl instead.
Her hair flowed down her back, white as fresh snow powder, so pale and light that against the sober majesty of the library's dark wood, it stood in serene contradiction.
