Cloaked in umbral secrecy, Zorya sat in the hushed cavernous sanctuary of the Umbaran National Library, enrobed in shadows and arcane text. Her raven-colored skin matched the dim lighting of the environment, only her eyes flickered with a cold luminescence as they traversed the labyrinth of symbols that was the Umbaran caste system. A voluminous holobook flickered in front of her, emitting a soft, ghostly light, which limned the meticulous features of her face with intrigue. Upon this stark hierarchy, the Rootai, the ruling class, towered ominously, casting their formidable shadow over the umpteen strata below.
Nearby, O'bog, her faithful Ximpi, was entangled in a skirmish of his own. A clutch of children, as ill-behaved as they were curious, circled him, eager to pet his rare form. O'bog's voice trilled, a grating melody laced with defiance, "Sod off, ye squishy little rugrats! I ain't yer fluffy womp rat to fondle!"
Zorya, unperturbed, maintained her silence, her gloved finger tracing over the cryptic glyphs detailing the cryptocratic reign of the Rootai. As the echoes of the children's disappointed whimpers reverberated through the shadowy alcoves of the library, she allowed herself a moment of inward reflection. The distant hum of their receding footsteps, the rustle of papers echoing like distant thunder, and the intoxicating scent of ancient tomes-- everything conspired to whisper a single thought: children were to be seen and not heard. A soft sigh escaped her, barely noticeable, an ephemeral testament to her inner sentiments.
Unruffled by her stoicism, O'bog continued his banter. "Blimey! Yer mums would feed ye to a gundark if they could hear ye yammering!" he chortled, dodging a chubby hand aimed at his wings. Despite the tumult, he remained near Zorya, fluttering protectively around her enigmatic figure, a beacon of vibrant energy against the quietude of the library and the enigma of his companion.
@Logan