Somewhere within the floating archives of the Skyspire Citadel…
The air smelled faintly of ancient paper, glowing ink, and ozone. Tomes drifted through the air on glowing sigils, floating between towering crystalline shelves. A large, circular window looked out into a violet sky where stars moved like living creatures.
Jerry stood in the center of it all, one hand resting on the hilt of the curved sword at his hip, the other buried deep in his jacket pocket. He looked… awkward. Fidgety. Out of place in a realm of such quiet reverence.
Kira sat atop one of the levitating tomes, legs swinging gently as she read a scroll with glowing blue script. Her silver hair was tied up in a high ponytail, her eyes narrowed with focused curiosity. She looked calm… until she noticed him still standing stiffly.
"You can sit, you know," she said without looking up. "The floor's not going to bite you."
