<strong>Celeste Devonshire</strong><br/><br/>Celeste takes a few moments to quietly look over the books that rest on the old professors shelves, following Lilial and Kendra deeper into the structure without a word.  She had to admit that she was at least as curious as Lilial on the particulars of what happened to shuffle the professor off of the mortal coil, it simply was not the way she was raised to ask such questions.  Given that she hadn't heard anything regarding a new member of the courts, though, she could hope that it didn't involve any of her father's...peers.  Word usually passed quickly about such things, and the professor had too much promise to simply slay and leave.<br/><br/>The noble elf let slip more emotion than was probably in her best interest, really, but there were no other details to tie it to, really.  Not as of yet.  Beyond that, it was likely that the only time she would see the elf was here for this funeral, meaning such observations were probably useless in the end.  She certainly seemed to have some...quirks, though.  Celeste had learned from her father long ago, the best way to keep others from discerning your weakness was to remain quiet, observe everything, and give nothing away.  Her mother...well, ever since her death had become more and more obsessed with keeping her safe, which meant more and more refinements to those lessons.  This trip out of town was proving something of a blessing in getting her away from the house for an extended period.  She loved her mother, but she could be exceedingly cautious with her daughter's well being.