<strong>Character Name:</strong>Celaeno<br/><strong>Role:</strong>Librarian and School Counselor<br/><strong>Mood:</strong>Calm/Amused<br/><strong>Location:</strong>World History Classroom<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Professor Michael Hayes<br/><div class="floatright">(http://apollo-na-uploads.s3.amazonaws.com/1431418824/Harpy.jpg)</div><br/><br/><br/>Celaeno had always liked Centaur's, they were just so viril and masculine usually without the stupidity of human males. Of course there were always exceptions but she had not met one she did not like yet, and she was very old. She smiled a close lipped smile at the professor as she exclaimed over the books she had brought him.<br/><br/>"If you need help to translate, please let me know," in the last thousand or so years Celaeno had been brushing up on her languages, learning the modern speech patterns and dialects, as well as brushing up on all the older languages which had long become extinct.<br/><br/>"The library is always open to you, Professor," she said with a soft smile, sliding to sit on one of the desks and flaring her wings to help balance. One taloned hand settled on the desk to keep her steady while the other settled in her lap while she spoke.<br/><br/>"Your classroom looks well, you have worked long on it?"