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Tallan stood with a firm poise, almost like a statue in front of the bookcase. Both his legs were close together, his body slightly turned to the left. His right, gloved hand held onto the rim of a book with his index finger, barely nudging it from the shelf. He smirked...ever so slightly with his left, ungloved hand holding his chin. As he was often accustomed to, he wore a black suite and tie, not at all unlike him. The suit was a fine material, the type a man in wealth such as himself would be wearing. Perhaps he made that too obvious though, a subtle way to flaunt himself. Some of that arrogance even showed in his smirk, in the stance he took while toying with the book. The way he kept his hair, how clean and groomed it was, almost obsessively. The braid he held it in which reached nearly to his lower back, instead of letting it fall loosely. Yet this arrogance, this subtle flaunting of his stature was not so apparent...in his eyes. Tallan finally turned away, slipping the book from the shelf and opening it. He held the top of the book, rather then the bottom, those eyes of his quickly moving from the left to the right side of the page. His eyes were a very gentle, very calm blue color. An almost hypnotic yet sad gaze, a gaze one could literally get lost in...or the kind of gaze a person would do anything in their power just to avoid looking into it. He was alone tonight, as it was quite late, standing in front of a nearby table and simly looking over the book, though a bit uninterested in it.

Tallan blinked as he felt himself swiftly nudged by another. His eyes barely moved to glance at the individual, and stared for but a few moments. "I don't believed I actually asked." was his only response before taking his eyes back to the book, then turning away from him. A few moments passed before he closed his eyes, shaking his head. "Hmm...rubbish..." he lifted the book and closed it with his right hand. Turning to the shelf he had taken it from, he shoved the book with enough force to make a bit of a loud clap from the wood, keeping his index finger against the spine. "Truly, these simple testaments are better as kindle then literature to be read. It's almost..." he turned his head to face Chryos, there was a very soft, gentle smirk on his face. "...disturbing. Wouldn't you say?" again with his eyes, the near vacant, distant and soft gaze, even not it probably pierced into Chryos' very soul to steal his thoughts and know his truths. "Oh, I'm sorry, I did not quite catch your name." his tone even matched the hollow gentleness shown through his eyes as he spoke in soft whispers.

Once again, his eyes shifted from their place to the new figure with a swift, somewhat bizzare after image left for a mere second. "Hmm..." he was still complacent, calm as he addressed this other. "You are the second who has spoken to me first. Yet, as with the first, I did not ask for your name." he walked passed Rivin to the opposite shelf. Tallan placed his hand against the bookshelf, then pulled it away. The book seemed to thrust itself from the shelf into his hand, leaving a quick, brief trail of dust around it. "Of course...unless you have something to interest me as a reason to speak to me, I see little cause to continue a conversation with you." the book opened within his hand, and again he perused through the pages with a hint of disinterest in the words written.

The large oak doors to the library opened with a gentle hand. Her dark mood had passed and now Fera just wanted to be in a place that was quiet. Her hands lay in her lap as her bag swayed on her hip with her long white skirt. Her eyes were soft now and almost not like herself. But it wasn't strange for her to be in a mood like this when she entered a library. Books seemed to clam her and take her away from the places where she normally felt dark. The small clicks of her heals echoed thought the building as she walked the allies. She was looking for a book to keep her busy for at least an hour, most books she read only took her a 20 minutes at most. She was an avid reader and had spent may hours with her mind latched to the pages of a cold book. Since she had been reading for so long a normal 1000 page book only took her about 40 minutes to read.

This seemed to be one of the few places between class and training where he could find silence. Fitting how it was the library, why hadn't he thought of this before. The librarian was a little loopy, but it seemed to keep everyone quiet. He sat in a chair away from most of the crowd. His legs crossed, with a novel open in his lap. His elbow on the table, the other holding the book open as he read. A few locks of his smooth chestnut hair that had freed itself from the braid it was tied in fell to frame his face as he contently read.

He had quite a bit of time, 30 minutes to be exact before he was to report to his next class. He cursed the gap of time between classes which commonly left him with little to do and not enough time to do anything he could truly immerse himself into like training.

Tallan's eyes only glanced toward Rivin for a moment or two, disinterested of his actions yet less interested in the book...once again. "Hmph..." was the only sound that came through his closed lips. The book was twirled once, then kept in between his index and middle finger as he moved it nearer to the shelf it came from. But it was the gentle nudge of another that caused him to lose his grip, his eyes widening for a split second as it fell to the floor. He casts a gaze upon her, Kira, and watched as she backed away and stumbled again into a table. "Hmm?" his first response to her question about the book. And speaking of the book, it lifted from the ground and easily slipped back into Tallan's right hand all on its own. "This book? It's garbage..." he thrust the book back into the empty slot. A loud thud could be heard through the room, one which was followed by a similar sound which occured throughout the rows of that one shelf, each book sounding out at once. Yet still Tallan smiled, turning away from the girl, sliding his hands into the pockets of his dress pants. "And this place seems to have become too crowded, too much of a disorganized mess. How sad...that it seems I shall not be able to speak with the one I seek on this dreary, simple night." his calming tone resounded through the library, almost an echo as his form seemed to shift, leaving a brief and translucent image of himself almost. "Perhaps...some other place...will provide more use...?" even though he was speaking outloud, and not to a single person, his gaze swept across Fera. The momentary gaze would be like a flash to her mind, and yet would deepen itself, intrude into her concious and remain many moments afterwards...

Maia walked into the Library, her Jean bag slung over one shoulder. Running her long fingers through her firery hair, Maia inspected the library. The librarian sat behind a desk, flipping through the pages of some book. Shaking out her hair, Maia slowly took in the red tinted wood. Her green eyes blinked, the whole room was sort of dank, but it probably had some good books. This place was way better then the small library in the orphanage... they only had little kid's books.

The whole school, or at least of what she had seen of it, was amazingly beautiful. Everything was new, in shape and evidently stable. Smiling a small half smile, Maia walked over to one of the tables and plopped down in a chair, shrugging her old jean bag from her shoulder.

Inspecting the old material, she wished she could get a new one, this one was about to rip apart. Sighing she put it down beside the chair, leaning back in her chair. Titling her head slightly to the side, Maia inspected the other people. They were all dressed nicely, in neat and tidy clothes. Looking down at her old blue jeans, Maia smiled. She had sewed in a bunch of yellow fabric. It had actually originated from an old table cloth in the orphanage. It was only stiched onto the original fabric, so that it hung loosely and didn't really interfere with the jeans. It wove up her leg in a spiral, to end mid thigh towards the inside seam of her pants.

Her shirt wasn't as altered. One day they had arts and crafts and the kids were tie-dying some shirts. Maia's had been tie-dyed orange and yellow, it was a tight fitting tank top and looked great on her. It was plain enough, but matched the pants perfectly.

Opening her bag, Maia drew out her scetch book and flipped through the pages, colors flashing beofre her eyes. Hopefully this school would have better pencils and coloring tools, her drawings could be so much more pretty.