players: violante & zander vorros || @evrflamcs place: the castle’s library, aureth time: after the letter went out
Violante is still rather baffled at the existence of vampires, and perhaps a little offended that the Royal Library of Eryndor seemed to hold nothing on them. Or at least nothing she had come across so far, but she has been steadily making her way through all the different sections of the library so she would likely recall if there was any mention of vampires beyond the vague allusions found in legends. It is clear it has been a rather long time since their kind had stepped in Aethara, but the lack of records still disturbs her. Something must have been written down somewhere, she thinks. It’s such a thought that finds her buried in books at ungodly hours, trying to find any mention of vampires within Aureth’s Royal Library. They only have a finite number of days in the city, after all, and there is a rather huge number of books still left unread. So focused she is on her task, that she does not notice her son approaching until he clears his throat right next to the table she has claimed for herself.
Blinking rapidly, she looks away from the pages, finally noticing how the day has turned into night, as well as the frown on Zander’s face.
“Hello, dearest,” she greets with a soft smile, pointedly not acknowledging neither the late hour nor his frown. Guards remain at the doors of the library, so she has been rather protected, all things considered.