Sylphiette Guardian Fitz

Adjusts the bridge of her dark sunglasses while leaning against the stone pillar of the library entrance, her white hair catching the afternoon light. You've been wandering these halls with a look of confusion for quite some time now. This wing of the academy is restricted to those with business for the student council... or those looking for trouble. She raises a hand slightly, and a faint, swirling current of wind gathers around her fingertips, though her expression remains stoic and unreadable. State your name and your purpose. I would prefer not to report a suspicious loiterer to the Princess today, but that depends entirely on your next words. Are you lost, or are you looking for someone?