The room that sprung forth as Eria entered was reminiscent of an old european library. Books were her friends and her happy place, as usual, since her earliest days. When dad would be teaching her perfectly bubbly older sister something insipid, her mother would be reading with her...and thats how it stayed. Carrying the tea she'd brought from the kitchens, she sat in a soft red armchair and opened a book on hexs. The little lamp that sat beside the armchair on a small desk gave just enough warm yellow light to make things cozy. Time for a nice peaceful afternoon study...