Maybe I’ll look into traditional griffon architecture. She yawned. There might be something useful that could go into the new embassy. Omnivores probably all think alike. She plodded back into the main room, levitating over another book. Lacking any usable table space, she set it on the floor and stretched out. I wish I had a crystal lamp like the ones in the hospital. It would make reading at night so much more comfortable. It would be too much work to fill a firefly light, and it was too risky with all the paper about to light a lamp, so she finally settled on a light spell.