“ 𝐮𝐦 . . . ” the rosette hums , head craning left wise . a quizzical look filled her eyes as they peered on at the ashen haired boy ; he seemed so peaceful , so utterly absorbed into his book --- could it really be that interesting ? hand rests softly against the door frame hilda stood in , some few feet away from ashe . he was the only one in the library , with only three lanterns lit in the room to allow him enough light to read . “ aren’t you up kinda late ? “
starter for @arrowsfly .











