Aila grabbed a few books and piled them on top of each other; she balanced the tall pile and descended the spiral staircase. It took a lot of her concentration for the books not to fall or for her to misstep. As soon as she made it safely to the ground, she headed towards the fireplace and sat on the fur rug covering the floor. Although there was a perfectly good desk on the side, she preferred her little spot and the warm memories that came with it. With her legs crossed, she opened the first book in the pile.
The book she picked up seemed ancient in her eyes from the tattered leather-bound cover, the weaved stitching on the side that was loose and on opening it, a sweet, musky smell wafted in the air as her fingers delicately turned the darkened pages. Aila knew to be gentle with such a book, and from reading the title, she realised why.
ORIGINS : The Moon Goddess, Queen of Night.
