[Realm: Álfheimr]
[Location: Heart Kingdom Outskirts]
[Virelheim Mountain Village]
The room was modest in size but organized, its wooden walls insulated with old parchment. Stacks of books lined the shelves built into every available inch of wall. Diagrams of the animal anatomy, odd runes, and regional flora hung on the walls, some curling at the corners, others freshly pinned. Sunlight filtered through the small circular windows and a globe sat in the corner beside an old writing desk cluttered with ink pots, quills, and sheets of unfinished handwriting. It was, unmistakably, a place of learning—albeit one that carried the lived-in chaos of a village's only schoolhouse.
Mikoto quietly returned a book to its shelf. The spine groaned as he slipped it into place. His red eyes narrowed faintly at the title before turning away.
"All of these are just fairytales," he muttered as he glanced back over his shoulder.
