[At the library, Sabo might notice he's not alone there on the last day. There's someone a few tables away, surrounded by a complete mess of papers and writing tools and some book and notebooks. She's asleep on one of her notebooks, breathing peacefully as the sunlight filters through a few of the windows and warms her back and wings.
The papers all have strange symbols on them, like writing but without words. Runes, sybols, and scribbly notes and drawings are under a few. Practice. Routine practice for Norma on her Relares, but she got so carried away she fell asleep...again. Or, maybe, like usual. She's even still got a a quill pen in her one hand.
But what's unusual is the brilliantly colored jewel fragment near one of her hands - the one not holding the pen. It's shining in the dim sunlight and throwing its colors onto the ceiling as well. Blue, green, and aqua...colors like the sea. In fact, the way the patterns of light and colors dance along the ceiling of the library, one might think they were staring at the sun flitting through between the waves themselves.]
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The papers all have strange symbols on them, like writing but without words. Runes, sybols, and scribbly notes and drawings are under a few. Practice. Routine practice for Norma on her Relares, but she got so carried away she fell asleep...again. Or, maybe, like usual. She's even still got a a quill pen in her one hand.
But what's unusual is the brilliantly colored jewel fragment near one of her hands - the one not holding the pen. It's shining in the dim sunlight and throwing its colors onto the ceiling as well. Blue, green, and aqua...colors like the sea. In fact, the way the patterns of light and colors dance along the ceiling of the library, one might think they were staring at the sun flitting through between the waves themselves.]