Every Day Is A Struggle; cullenchilada
The corner of the library where Aralyn sat was often kept empty and away from the fellow mages in the tower. It was just how she liked it; quiet, secluded and as peaceful as times can be in a place like this. She surrounded herself with books of all kinds; history, fantastic tales of bravery, grimoires and studies of all sorts of magic and lyrium itself. It was all she had to pass the time in this place; and here, time seemed to lull by in the slowest sort of way but after years of living this way -- it was something the young girl had grown to be used to.
Aralyn kept to herself, nose constantly buried in one book or another. Things worked better for her this way; no one would get hurt if she didn't allow herself close enough to someone. The only communication she carried on was normally held with the First Enchanter, a passing templar or a curious fellow mage who had hoped to befriend the girl known to all as the quiet one. Aralyn lifted her head from her book for just a moment as the sound of heavy clammering of Templar armor echoed through out the library. She drew in a deep breath and exhaled as she dropped her gaze back down to the pages she held in her hands. Perhaps I will go unnoticed.