"I'll never find it at this rate", Elio growled and dropped another heavy tome onto the pile to his left.
A sigh escaped the agitated Starlyng as he pinched the bridge of his nose, attempting to rub the headache away that was starting to brew inside his skull. He loved his work, genuinely, even if he wore a sullen expression throughout most of it. He let his head fall into his claws and looked out the window, where heavy rain was drumming against the glass. Heavy downpour, the light of...
