By the time Lucavion returned to the residential tower, the morning had advanced considerably farther than he expected.
The clock mounted above the common hall showed 10:17.
He slowed beneath it.
'Huh.'
Nearly four hours had disappeared since he left his room.
Breakfast with Mireilla had claimed part of that. The Western Library had taken another portion, although Lucavion suspected the librarian behind the circulation desk would argue that he had taken time from the library instead.
His mouth curved faintly.
That woman had been rather strange.
Lucavion adjusted the collection beneath his arm as he started climbing the stairs. Foundational Principles of Mana Circulation sat beneath the practice sheets, with the small bottle of ink secured against its spine and the quill resting between two fingers.
For someone who had gone outside intending to wander, he had returned looking suspiciously like a student.
Still, his thoughts lingered briefly on the librarian.
