by Victor Freud » Thu Jun 14, 2018 1:29 am
With the battle won (for now) and left relatively unscathed, Victor had parted from the other students while they were tending to their wounds or doing... Fey court stuff he didn't understand. A small recess within the castle housed it's library, or at least the library he was permitted to use - being Fey they could have something the size of a cathedral tucked away in some hammerspace he didn't understand. Sat at a tiny worn table with a stack of weathered and aged volumes, he was working his way through them one by one as best he could under the candlelight. Of course they were written in old and middle English, or sometimes Latin, or sometimes some other scripts he could only imagine were the Fey language itself, so he was getting rather frustrated. The young man had to stop and cover his eyes with the palms of his hands, elbows resting on the dark wood of the desk.