Rook was spending more, and more time in the Academy's rather small but focused Library of late. Any books collected on the nature of Shadow Dancing often lay open around her; though a frown usually lingered as if the elements at play weren't something that came naturally to her. Indeed, often the tiefling's temper would flare, a serpentine hiss would punctuate the wizard storming from the room.
Though a few days later, she'd always come back.
The slow flickering, almost squeamish motion of her tail as she read hinting at frustration in her lack of progress.
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Despite this, the Mage was clearly learning something in the academy. The shelves had many tomes on the very nature of concepts like misdirection, subtlety and intrigue. The more she read, the more Rook's quill danced across her personal tome. Her personal ledger marked with curious drawings and theories.
Should subtle eyes look over her shoulder with any understanding, it seemed Shadow Conjuration and other aspects of Illusion had become something of an interest to the woman.