[h1][color=lightblue][b][u]Amaya Aurora Vanisis[/u][/b][/color][/h1]
[h3]Amaya’s Chambers,Fenix tear guild building, Roseletta Library[/h3]
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Within the depths of a blacken, two eyes opened revealing a light blue starry glow as a figure slowly rose from the bed they were once resting on.

“ Hm. Strange…” Spoke to figure to themself while getting up. With a simple snap of her painted ice blue nail fingers. Light shimmered from the crystals on the ceiling laminating the room of none other then the ice dragon slayer herself, Amaya.

She moved to the vanity looking at herself before looking towards her only said clothing she was often ever seen wearing as a thought came to her. She took on this form centuries ago. Shouldn’t she grow and change it? To seem as human as she played to be. She was both suprised and unsurprised no one other then her nosy Guildmaster has even remotely figured her out. She had reasons upon reasons for everything she did or do. Yet it was a wonder how most put up with her guise like nothing new. They thought she was some ice dragon slayer that learned from galacia years ago. That was good enough for her though the whole aging concept was foreign. How should her style adapt. Should her height grow what of width? She felt her hair as she went through her routine of getting dressed.


Once that was done she left her chambers reading a letter left by azu a day or so ago. Seems the youngster thinks sending the head librarian to the grand magic games. Amaya found such outings boring as most of the magics and matches were bland in her mind. If anyone else had said what they wanted her to do, she would simply laugh and walk away without a thought. Azu always seemed to be able to understand this frozen being. She listened to the taps of her heels against the marble flooring. Her small trek took her to her destination. The Roseletta library. Home of herself and two others.

She looked up at the stories upon stories of bookcases holding thousands of books,scrolls, items. Anything of known importance or significance, of researched was here. She counted her walk towards a railing before stepping up and over the railing landing effortlessly upon dozens of massive slabs of ancient history and writings.

Looking up from the papers she looked around in curiosity “ I must have gotten lost in my thoughts again “ she spoke to herself before hearing her stoumach rumbling. Seems even she wanted breakfast