Arwen stepped into the library, her steps lighter than a feathers fall. Gently, her fingers released the grasp she had on her skirt, allowing it to fall around her feet once more. With steps that seemed careful, she walked into the library, an air of joyful curiosity about her. Her eyes seemed to light up with sheer delight as she scanned shelf upon shelf, stacked with row after row of texts of all shapes and sizes, binding and cover form. And while she was used to much simpler forms, this was a wonder to her.
While this was the first time the half Elf had seen this place, she looked perfectly at home in a matter of minutes. She moved slowly through the isles, reading each book title she could with an intense want to know more. It was as if her enthusiasm shone through in her very appearance. She seemed to stand out against the bookcases, a heavenly vision dressed in folds of beautiful cloth, rich and pristine. There was something so very calm about her, and yet so very intense.
Walking further into the library, she noticed she was not alone. Of course, she had heard the sound of turning pages but now the sound was neared. Light steps... breathing. Human... Arwen peered around the corner to see who was there. Smiling gently, she looked to the woman and nodded towards her.
"Blade" she said so simply. She remembered their conversation using the communication mirrors. Nodding her head once more, in a form of short bow, she smiled softly. "It is good to see you, in person"