On Library's next visit to Flandre at the House of Lights, she's brought a couple extra bags she normally didn't carry, both slung over her shoulder, right next to her usual bookbag. One might think she were about to embark on some expedition, were it not for all three of her bags primarily containing... books, books, and more books. Small, large, thick, thin- and of all different kinds, from scribbled notebooks and journals to delicately bound hardcovers with intricately-emblazoned titles.
As promised, today would be the day Library would take Flandre to her home, that they might find some new inspiration for their little project together. It would all begin with a scarlet-covered book- one Library would place upon Flandre's desk, once they had convened inside his office. The title "Mu'rasa" etched onto the cover in gold, its contents a swirl of words and characters.
"I know it may seem strange, but this is how my people would travel... Through books. Grimoires, we call them- Simply touch the pages, and it will do the rest."
Though, for Flandre's first time, Library offered her hand. "Of course, we can go together, if you like. The first time may be a little... disorienting."
With such regular visits, all the door guards know to give Library free passage. Sven gives her a polite nod as she enters. Some of the staff greet her with a degree of familiarity as she makes her way down the hall. And for a moment, she might have seen Flan's tired face when she entered his office, but the moment he saw her, his exhaustion seemed to just... fly away.
When she presents the books, he's practically giddy with excitement.
"Strange? Not really, if anything, I admire it for its simplicity, that belies hidden complexity. Far better than crating a gate from difficult to acquire materials, in my opinion."
An odd quirk that started late into their last meeting, his wings are moving around more than usual. Moving front to back, side to side, just off the floor. And those normally dull crystals looks a bit neater this day, like they've been polished. And the dull glow is a little more vibrant, leaving little coloured reflections on nearby surfaces.
"I would rather be safe than sorry." He gladly accepts her hand. Just firm enough to keep a solid grip, but not so much that it could hurt if they were suddenly pulled apart. For his part, there's no ulterior motive. He's motivated purely by excitement for new discovery, and spending quality time with someone he considers a dear friend. "Lead the way, Miss Library."
