2 Cylus, Arc 720
In the corner of the restricted floor of the Prime Atheneum in the Academy of Viden, Llyr Llywelyn had slipped unnoticed among the shelves. There were breaks when the library was not as open to others. While burning the midnight oil often was allowed during certain portions, it was certainly not the norm. Especially not in the already isolated areas where the information kept within the books was of a sensitive quality. This time around, he had settled in a literal corner. He sat underneath a desk, lean body curled inward to make himself small enough to fit. On his knees, he propped open a book to read. He slid his etherlit fingers along, to provide just enough light to read the letters that he traced over.
In the corner of the restricted floor of the Prime Atheneum in the Academy of Viden, Llyr Llywelyn had slipped unnoticed among the shelves. There were breaks when the library was not as open to others. While burning the midnight oil often was allowed during certain portions, it was certainly not the norm. Especially not in the already isolated areas where the information kept within the books was of a sensitive quality. This time around, he had settled in a literal corner. He sat underneath a desk, lean body curled inward to make himself small enough to fit. On his knees, he propped open a book to read. He slid his etherlit fingers along, to provide just enough light to read the letters that he traced over.