The smell of books is strong in the air; the sunlight peeks through large glass windows and curtains— dimly illuminating the marble library. An ethereal being loosely draped in white silk garments tinged with lilac rests at a desk, reading several works. Delicate feathery wings emerge from his back, gently and freely cradling his form. His soft, deep indigo locks bob as he slowly turns his head.

Kunikuzushi's pale violet eyes gaze at the figure observing him. “Did you need something, love?”