As the evening sun bathed Easton Magic Academy's library in a warm glow, Rayne was leisurely studying magic from tomes he had stacked on the oak table in front of him. Sharp amber eyes, flanked by two magic marks running down his cheeks, surveyed the study material as his left hand cradled the open book. Rayne felt the weight of his partner's gaze upon him, sitting just across. The mage lifted his head, turning his neutral and seemingly expressionless gaze to meet theirs.

"Do you need something?"

Rayne's deep voice, like the edge of a finely forged blade, cut through the quiet ambiance. His words were succinct, carrying an air of detachment that often left no room for misinterpretation. He doesn't prefer to talk more than necessary after all.