First Few Weeks II [w/ Noir]

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The evening was calm with a breeze that blew in from the east of the plains. The academy bustled with students of each kodor in and out the library’s evening. Currents of wind would be dragging all the way in, kicking up strong drafts like it was a few magicians combining spells somewhere.  Spells that weren’t too strong, but strong enough  to  knock regular people back(Goi). Laughter among the currents danced with the green rukh that fluttered about. As an essence of rukh trailed throughout the library seemingly as a joke; What kind of  joke could someone be commanding rukh to be like that.

Lukxiel looked puzzled as he saw the magic run past his eyes. He had been sitting in the library during the evenings, finding peace being in the solemn place. The boy had noticed the rukh changed from green, to blue, to red so he placed his book down, and started moving his body to the drum the rukh danced , trailing back its commander. Moving in between the sections of the bookshelves , Lukxiel seemed to be going through dancing, just shaking, and bumping. Kind of careless of him to dance with the magic, thus he shortly cleaned up the few books he bumped off the shelves. Then more laughter upon the rukh went by him, and this time a sprints of mist/water splashes past him, sending a small chill across him only to be met by his own heat layer of scorning skin*.

Coming back to focus, putting the last book back. He would move around the library more trying to see where he could find the person playing with magic, or at least figure out where the intended target of the ranged magic was. Lukxiel walked to the middle of the library with his arms thrown up, another puzzled look on his face. The young boy would be standing near the librarian's desk, but acting like he wanted to just sit down and give up, but he knew he just needed to breathe! He thought about what his father would say , and he knew he would say to ‘just breathe’ at least, or that was what he thought at the moment.

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His pain subsided and the shelf was reorganized after he clumsily fell into it. Haven't left that row, and gotten to the librarian's desk he noticed one boy leaving in a rush as he walked over, and what looked to be the librarian sending him on his way while heading in on her own. His mood was sour, and he tried to steady himself with breathing techniques, but his thoughts ran over and thinking of who might be causing trouble in the library ticked away in his thoughts. He looked towards where the librarian went, and he noticed the trail he followed had grown in that direction as well! He hoped he stumbled upon where all the laughing and magic came from, but he wasn’t sure what he was going to get himself into. After all to do such things in a place supposed to be quiet, he was sort of growing a liking to the ruckus being caused here today.

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