It wasn’t exactly a short walk from the Library to Tari’s favorite spot in the castle. It was a small room, tucked away in a forgotten corner that she had quickly made her own. Books, notebooks, quills, inkwells, parchment and various other things littered the area. However, she ignored all that in favor of the pile of blankets and pillows she’d made into the semblance of a nest.
Settling down, she put the book into her lap again reached for a quill and inkwell. We’re alone now, and I’m sure nobody will find us. Even if they do, I’ve put an enchantment so I’ll know.
Once the book was out down a blinding light ended up coming from the book for a few moments --- the words were all he actually needed in the long run. It wouldn’t be too hard for him to actually say anything.... let alone get the point across once she was there, but he would enjoy actually talking to someone for once.
It was then Tom appeared leaning against a chair with a dark chuckle, “So, you’re Tari...”













