Things were stagnant back at House Wynter, and for the most part, it seemed like she wouldn't be needed for quite some time. There were skirmishes spread throughout the lands, small time cases of rampaging monsters threatening small villages, but Moriander was assured that she would not need to be called in for such miniscule disputes. Still, this unbalance in the air disturbed her, and she could not very well spend her free time twiddling her thumbs.
She made her way to Fallial, her spirit animal acting as her sole method of transportation. Vukasin, the twin tailed white wolf, traversed through the tall fields with ease, and she had arrived in no time. Fallial was quite a province — its exquisite architecture was nearly overwhelming, and its people were elegant, so much more refined than her simple villagers back in La'marri. She smoothed out her lacy skirt, the frills from her attire blowing in that cold wind her aura gave off, and waved Vuka away — a good friend, a good dog, he had done well to bring her this fall.
Fallial, she knew, was a province well-versed in magic — she had meant to comb through their libraries, to see if their public archives had any information on what could be causing this imbalance in their world. It was a small, subtle imbalance, but sometimes she felt as if she could feel the veil tearing — people crashing into this world from other far off ones, and it made her curious, eager to learn more. It might explain all of the things that she couldn't — why monsters seemed so much more angry and violent recently, perhaps...
The spirit mage entered the library — it was a public place, unattached to the university, which made research easier for the common folk. There were too many restrictions the university put on their information — if you weren't a study, they were wary to let you in. Mori, who knew there lay more to magic than what could be studied in books in tomes, only took to books for additional information. Learning real magic, she knew, only came through practice.
After combing the shelves, Mori furrowed her brows — there was a particular book she was looking for, but alas, either the library didn't have it, or it had already been checked out. It was a book on the theory of other worlds existing besides their own — she had figured it'd be a good place to start. She made her way to the librarian, who informed her that said book had been checked out already, by a strange man who was studying the tome, and others like it, on the top floor.
Who else, she wondered, could be interested in such a topic?
She made her way to the top floor of the library, as quietly as she could. Still, she brought that cold aura with her, the winter's chill of a yuki-onna, and couldn't very well help it. Her pale, ghostly visage might scare someone if she wasn't careful, she knew, especially if there was someone studying quietly up here. Finally, she came across a man buried in tomes, with hair streaked with nearly every color of the rainbow. Silently, she walked up behind the young man, and tilted her head curiously towards him, while keeping her hands crossed behind her back.
"Excuse me, sir, I don't mean to interrupt," she began, hovering behind him. The winter breeze she brought along with her made the room drop a few degrees in temperature, and the cold air that wrapped around her made it appear as if she was floating. Except for her bright yellow eyes, there was really no color in Mori's appearance at all.
"The librarian told me that you've checked out Other Worlds by Walter von Reinhart — are you still using it, by any chance?"