“Hello… my name is Kalyra. Might I be of some assistance to you?”
Summer looks around, smiling at the sight of so many books. “I don’t know yet. I’m sorry, have I managed to get myself into someone’s private space again?”
Returning the other woman’s smile gently, Kalyra shook her head. “No, you have not,” she replied, “I fear I am a regular haunt of this library. It reminds me of all the tomes my grandmother willed me. I fear though, this library is greatly lacking in the studies of magic.”
“Oh, good.” Summer grinned at Kalyra. “I’m Summer. I do a little magic too. Maybe we can swap tips some time.”
Her tawny eyes flickered when Summer mentioned she practiced a little magic as well. “You call upon the Light?” she asked softly, almost disbelieving that there was another in this place who could call it up.
“Oh, that’s a lovely way of putting it!” Summer clapped her hands together softly. “A little. It … wasn’t exactly my choice. I’d show you, but this is a very bad place for my sort of magic, no matter how much control I have.” Her mouth twitched a little at the girl’s disbelief, hiding a smile.
Kalyra’s smile faded to a slightly puzzled frown. “Tis not a way of putting it, Miss Summer,” she interjected gently. “That’s what it is. For my people, at least.” Clearing her throat slightly, the Elven hybrid ducked her head slightly as she realized her words might be too forward. “Are your magics of the druidic healing sort, or have you chosen to delve into the arcane arts?”
“A little of both, really. Some of mine is inborn, and some I’ve learnt after a lot of struggle.” Only now did Summer noticed the small signs of mixed blood. Well, it didn’t make any difference to her. A poor empath she’d be if the physical weighed more than what she could read of another’s heart — and this girl was good-hearted, no doubt there.
Kalyra’s smile widened considerably when the other woman revealed her magics dabbled in a bit of both. “I fear my mother’s natural talent for the druidic magics was lost on me,” she admitted with a soft laugh that lit her tawny eyes. “I can heal only the most minor of injuries, or make larger wounds slightly less severe. My true talents lie in the arcane… much to Quinn’s dismay.” Her face fell slightly with sudden realization. “Forgive me… I fear Quinn’s regard no longer matters as he is yet in Mizran and I am… wherever I am.”
“Sounds hurtful, that. Do you want to talk about it?” Summer leaned comfortably against the edge of the table, twitching her braid over one shoulder to comb her fingers through the tail of it. “I’m a good listener.”