Lillian
__**Shuvah Yolqon**__ 

 💬 *"Well, Manon..."*, the scaly librarian began. *"... Nobody would ssusspect you to be a little devil, with ssuch a pretty name!"*

Another tease, as she liked to do so more than often, while Shuvah was bringing the pile of classified books to the right shelves, having no problem reaching the top ones thanks to her stature. She travelled through the library's only room - as it wasn't really fancy or as big as the capital's most prestigious libraries - and turned back to her guest when all the books of the pile she was carrying regained their initial places.
She lowered her chin and her gold orbs flared down a bit.

💬 *"Ssadly, I think that we do not really posssesss any book that ressembles the topic you are ssearching for..."*, she said with traces of a blighted hope. *"However..."*

She pursued after a brief hesitation.

💬 *"... We do have a very ssmall amount of forbidden bookss, here."*, she informed the little lady with an undertone. *"We may find the tome you are looking for in that private room. Pleasse, follow me."*

Assuming Manon would've followed her lead, the dragoness lit a candle and passed through the backshop's doorframe.
The small room had nothing of real interest, but a carpet was bringing some life to it, depicting mysterious symbols of a foreign culture - probably some misunderstood Siuian art.
After placing the candle on the edge of an old and rusty, wooden cupboard, she cautiously lifted and coiled the elegant carpet, revealing a hidden trapdoor, big enough to allow the draconic guide to descend.
Shuvah picked up the candle, opened the trapdoor with a displeasing grinding and slowly disappeared through the dark passage, her tail sneaking out of her dress and slithering behind her steps.
It is worth saying that Shuvah would've answered and would've continued to reply to Manon during this scene, if the latter had any words to say or any question to ask.
Emerson
*A smile formed across Manon's lips, though it was one that didn't expose her teeth. It was habit to try and show as little as her fangs as possible, even if they were friends or kind to her. Too many times had she let out a laugh and attitude changed, from friendly to aggressive more often than not.*

*Manon found herself wishing to take a few books off the top and helping the Dragoness return them to her initial homes. Something to repay the kindness that had been shown so far, but she had no idea where the initial homes even were. She couldn't help but feel a little guilty as she simply just watched Shuvah do all the work by herself.* 

"That's okay thank you for yo-" *She fell silent once she heard the 'However', Not knowing there was more to be said. Her brows scrunched together upon learning of the forbidden books. Asking herself 'Why would vampire books be forbidden'. Keepings books like that wouldn't do society any favours, especially if crucial answers lied within. Manon placed her palms upon the table and pushed herself onto her feet. This was when she realized how fatigued being in the sun made her. It was so bad that even her arms were shaking as she pushed off from the table. It didn't stop her from pushing the chair neatly under the wooden table.*

*She was much slower than the dragoness, her legs also feeling like jelly as she trailed behind Shuvah. The carpet on the floor looked rather beautiful, she had no idea what it was telling but it looked gorgeous. She would've looked at it longer before it was moved aside and a trap door took it's place on the floor. Having no reason not to trust Shuvah, she followed her down through the trap door.*

"Ma'a- Uh. Miss Shuvah, how come these books are forbidden?"
Lillian
__**Shuvah Yolqon**__  

 Shuvah slightly turned aside to answer the vampire's interrogations as the candle's flame shook during the movement. She projected a warm glance with a faint smile, cornered on her lips: 'Misss', she thought 'Could I sstill pretend to ssuch a title?'.

💬 *"There exxisst bookss that aren't meant to be read, little one."*, she whispered. An answer full of mystery.

If it wasn't for Shuvah's reassuring presence, this kind of mysterious and eerie answer could've easily scared her guest. Was this the fruits of yet another tease from the dragoness? It probably was. She continued.

💬 *"I don't think a book about vampiress would be ssomething that librarianss should exxposse in their collect-Uah!"*

Shuvah suddenly screamed as she missed one step, the candle flying on the ground as its flame extinguished itself because of the ground's slight moisture. The reptilian fell to the ground, too, in a quite violent shock that echoed in the cave.

💬 *"Ouch-ouch-ouch!"*, she complained while holding her knee in the now darkened room. *"C-Could you find another candle pleasse? I am fine, but I don't ssee anything without it!"*

After all these years, she still was that clumsy girl that she was known for. 'Damn, I hope my dresss issn't torn. And hopefully the candle didn't end up burning ssomething.', she mentally sighted. She tried to reach a chair, or maybe a bookcase - or whatever she could've found to help her lift herself.
Emerson
"Oh, Are you sure you should be taking me here?" 

*Manon felt as if she stumbled into a tomb full of secrets that might hex her or end up killing her outright. It almost felt as if the walls were watching them as they continued down the stairs. Maybe things like this were the reasons why vampires still existed, their stories and secrets are contained and hidden from the public. A faint memory played in Manon's brain of the first time she was told about vampires. Back then she just laughed at the stupid horror story, clearly the other children's parents had told them a lie for some reason. If anyone were to go back and tell the younger version of herself that she'd turn into a vampire, she wouldn't believe it for a second.*

*The memory ceased the moment the dragoness fell down the stairs. Goosebumps trailed the length of Manon's body as she thought this tomb was cursed after all and this was the sealing spell coming to keep the secrets hidden. It took the vampire a moment to realize she was overreacting to the situation, it wasn't until she heard the Shuvah say 'ouch' that her priorities changed.*

*Carefully she descended the remaining stairs, using her foot to lightly test the step below until she tapped something softer than stone. She wouldn't want to step on the female so she carefully navigated beside her before kneeling onto the ground. Slowly she reached forward until her hand lightly touched the girl on the floor, though she wasn't entirely sure which part she was grabbing. Raising free hand before a small light glowed from her index finger to illuminate their surroundings.* 

"Are you alright?" *She asked softly,positioning herself underneath her arm to give her whole body for the dragon to use to support herself until she reached a nearby bookcase. In the dim light casted by her fingertips, her once brown eyes were almost blood red. It would've been alarming to witness if every other expression Manon wore was of worry and concern for the one she watched*
Lillian
: __**Shuvah Yolqon**__  :

 The fallen guide slowly rose as she received a fortunate help from her guest.

💬 *"Don't worry, I am fine, thank you!"*, she sighted while recovering her balance and passing her claws on her now dirty dress. *"I didn't know that children of the Night could use light magic, though!"*

It was however more of an automatic question, made to fill the conversation and to mask her clumsiness, than true astonishment. After all, a vampire with access to light magic was indeed something unusual, but she had already seen worse: a talkative and arrogant, pyromaniac chair, for example. It needed a lot to actually impress the dragoness nowadays.
Shuvah then turned toward the candle still located on the ground and extended a clawed hand, pronouncing the following words with an intent and authoritarian hiss:

💬 *"Flare Bursst!"*

And lit the candle was again, as small bolts of fire travelled from the palm of her scaly hand and reached their immobile target.
She slightly limped to it and picked it up, placing it on the edge of the nearest bookshelf: darkness had shaded away, revealing a small room that had been resisting the passage of time for probably a few decades.
The wyvernian lady paused, resting a hand on her injured hips. As a retired mercenary, someone could've told her to stop her comedy, and would've probably been right saying so: Shuvah was probably exaggerating her pain a little bit... Or more? A giggle escaped her crimson lips.

💬 *"How ssilly am I. I knew thosse sstepss were narrow, and yet I fell!"*, she mocked herself while facing Manon, who's eyes had been attracting her attention. *"You know, I ussed to have bloody red eyess like you, an unussual yet pretty color, I ssay!"*

She then pointed a sharp claw toward the bookcase standing near the concerned girl.

💬 *"Let'ss ssee if we can find what you came for, shall we?"*, she invited with a friendly face and an amused tone.
Emerson
"I'm a healer. If you'd allow me, I would like to check injuries."

 *She said softly, knowing how strange she probably sounded. Someone who was cursed to inflict pain but can also heal as well. Being a vampire has kept her from her life's ambition of being healer in Ulnoor, her home. She tried to return after the vampire that turned her slaughtered everyone else. Thanks to her new fangs and cat like pupils they chased her out with pitchforks and fire. They even called her a murderer too. She was only 12 at the time and she still had nightmares about it.* 

*It was hard for the Manon to accept compliments about her vampiric features, she hardly even referred herself as one of 'them'. She couldn't say she was accepted by the elves either. She felt like a soul trapped between two places, it was why she asked if a vampire having light magic would be strange. Another reason to be cast aside, though she didn't mind it so much because vampires were rather ruthless in their attacks.* 

"Uhm, Thank you?" *It came off as more a question than actual gratitude. She couldn't help but focus on Shuvah's hips, noticing the obvious tell of injury. Looking back at the steps to see if anything was sticking from the ground or any possible objects she landed on, but nothing was there. She probably landed directly upon it or rolled her hips when she fell. Next she noticed the limping, the origin was harder to parse. Either she rolled her ankle which caused the fall to begin with or she landed on her knee as well.* 

*She was too lost in thought to notice the claw pointing to a nearby bookcase or the words that came shortly after. Even Manon's hands began to glow slightly, the trademark lavender of all faith casters. The glow lasted for a few seconds before dissipating as Manon returned to reality.* "I'm sorry, I was lost in thought." *She turned around to face the bookcase, her head tilting back as she absorbed the stacks upon stacks of books. She had no clue where to start.*
Lillian
__**Shuvah Yolqon**__ 

 Shuvah noded and approached herself from her little invitee, placing a soft palm over the latter's head. She had noticed her hesitation in front of all the stacks - and it was totally understandable - and guessed that she would've needed some help to find the right volume. Manon would've been able to guess that the wyvern was perfectly fine and had easily recovered from her previous fall.

💬 *"Don't worry, I'll give you a hand!"*, she cheered. *"I'll sstart by rummaging the top shelf first! You can sstart by ssearching in the lower oness."*

The librarian then proceeded, grabbing, fast-reading and replacing the tomes one by one. An easy job for her since it was, well... Her job, after all. She sometimes glanced at her side to verify if Manon had found anything and felt the urge to break the silent work by conversing again.

💬 *"Sso, if I recap: you are an elf, a vampire, **And** A healer, then?"*, she amusedly asked to initiate something.

A weird combination, to say so. Shuvah was starting to wonder if she was a magnet of 'singular people'. But that little girl seemed so... Innocent, to her. While she didn't really know what truly lied behind her guest's face and behaviour, she could've assumed that she possessed a good heart, a kind soul that sadly met a misfortune which changed her life for the worst. The dragoness knew she couldn't save her from her condition but at least she wanted to show her that not everyone in this world were afraid of her or repelling her for her differences.
Yes, it was the same story again. This rejected one who clung to the borders that society had established was indeed similar to herself, or even to Avash'gar, to a certain extent. These three all shared something in common: they wandered across the land and the countries, alone for who knew how much time. Shuvah had also secretly hoped to find a benevolent spirit who would've open her eyes and had been blessed by meeting such a mentor, and maybe more.
'Woopssie!', she instinctively reacted as she nearly dropped a book. Now it was her turn to be lost in thoughts, but after reading the title of the tome she had in hand, her fiery eyes widened.

💬 *"Mmh, I think I found what you are looking for, little one..."*, she informed loudly.

She placed the book on the desk and grabbed the candle to enlighten its cover, where one could've read: '*History of Vampirism*'.
Emerson
*Manon tilted her head back as she watched Shuvah pull a tomb from the top shelf. Following her lead she kneeled down and pulled one from the bottom. Her fingers closed around the spine of a book as she pulled it out and placed it on her lap. She sat so close to the bookcase that one couldn't implied the vampire had poor eye-sight, but it wasn't the case. The top of her head brushed against some dusty books as she began sounding out the words in a soft whisper.* 

"Yes Ma'am." *She replied softly before looking down at the dusty book that resided in her lap*

"A book of L-Like-and-trophy?" *The book must have been about lycanthropy. Manon had heard of the term but never saw it written in front of her. She had enough wits to know that this book one that she needed and placed it back on the bottom shelf. She pulled out a second tomb, something to do about necromancy. Manon flipped the book to a random page as she began looking at the artwork and pentagram designs on how to re-animate the dead.*

*Manon's finger resting against the page as if she was reading a passage, at least that's what it would've looked like to Shuvah. At some point, between the waving of the firelight and the darkness. The fact that she had been out in the light for so long before arriving to this place and total fatigued that plagued her muscles. The Vampiress had fallen asleep in the same position she read in. The top of her black hair resting against the bookcase, her forehead found the nearest shelf. Judging from how quickly she fell asleep, and the strange position one could accurately assume that safe places were far and few for the healer girl. At the sound of Shuvah's voice she jumped awake, the book falling between her thighs and onto the ground. She placed the book back into the shelf and then paused for a few seconds. Sleep almost pulled her back into is grasp before she stood up and walked over to the desk.* 

"Thank you.. A History of Vampirism." *She read at loud, at least knowing*

*What the word vampire looked like.*