A brunette sat with her feet propped up on the library table, ankles crossed in a way that would have earned a sharp rebuke from any Yecine elder. One hand held an open book from the continent, advanced essence theory materials sent along with the two young children. The other tapped an idle rhythm against the armrest while a soft hum drifted from her throat. A meandering tune without a clear sense of melody at all.
Kaland's eyes narrowed harshly in the doorway at what he was seeing. The posture was slightly irreverent which stuck the right cord, the silver dress looked like what he remembered it to be, and even the way she held the book… but something still felt off. Like looking at a rippled reflection. So his spirit pressed back against everything.
