Victor
*Our shortstack took a deep breath in, sucking in the dusty, dry air of the library that she had sat herself in.

It was the middle of the day, yellow rays glaring through the murky windows of the establishment and illuminating old leather with shades of gold. The girl knew that this was prime time for poets, writers and nerds to come in and appreciate the atmosphere - or alternatively ignore it completely as they sank themselves deeply into their books. That was exactly what she did most of the time, after all.

Those poor fools were her targets, and they would know the terror of socialising, whether they liked it or not.*
Darrel
*Study. Work out. Eat. Sleep. Repeat. Katherine was in constant focus; when not physically, mentally. Her smaller frame didn't allow her to progress as easily as some of the others, but she still worked incredibly hard to keep her physique.*

*Maybe it was too hard. Katherine found herself enjoying life less and less. Less talking with people. More running. Less eating out. More studying. The main reason was that she couldn't feel satisfied relaxing. Something got to her mind. It was him. Always him.*

*In the library, Katherine focused intensely on a grimoire. Recently, she had been trying to figure out how to better incorporate spellcasting into her combat style. She wasn't as strong as Sirdan or as powerful a mage as some others, but she certainly held her own in both aspects.*

*The woman would be completely unaware of the dwarf running around.*
Victor
*M'ralind had long mastered the arts of sneaking about in a library, masking her footsteps on the creaky floorboards to ensure not a single eeeeeeek- was heard by her prey. 

The dwarf had spotted her target for today. She saw the poor woman's stiff shoulders, her eyes that looked as though they would pop out of their sockets with out intensely she stared at the grimoire. M'ra herself had never, ever focused on magic. It was far beyond what she could bother to understand, despite being such an imaginative person that she would undoubtedly have invented a hundred different spells of varying usefulness. 

She crept up behind Katherine, one hand clamping her mouth shut to withhold her breathing from alerting the studious woman and the other reaching up to her shoulder.

Tap tap!*
Darrel
*Deep in her focus, Katherine feels a small tap on her shoulder. Almost by instinct, Katherine throws a quick back fist, which soars to hit nothing, flying over the dwarf below.*

*Katherine blinks, looks down, and then gasps.*

"Oh god, I'm so sorry! I didn't know you were there, it was just by instinct."

*Thank fuck they were a Lora. If they had been taller, she might have ended up breaking a jaw.*

"May I ask why you wish for my attention?"
Victor
*M'ra was surprised to find a whooshing blast of air blast through her loose hair in such a calm place as a library. Her head slowly tilted up to see the fist, seeing the tightly held muscles that would definitely have given her a bit of a concussion had she been just a bit taller.*

"I-It's fine, haha!" *The girl seemed to laugh it off as nothing, though her widened eyes showed now a little more understanding of the target she'd picked for her horrible, twisted experiments.* 

*She cleared her throat, moving to her side and climbing up onto a seat on her table after having pulled it to her side.* 

"I wanted t' ask why you were boring yourself with magic when the sun is so pretty outside." 

*She smiled gently, her cheeks radiating more warmth than the sun's rays.*