Calico looked up towards his idly floating tower from the upper ring of the library, the world softly blue tinted from the blue glass of the pyramids. He turned his attention back to the library in front/below him as he rested his arms on the top of the railing. Through any of the three doors leading into the library opened into the hexagonal building which was entirely open with endless shelves on the non-windowed walls and sets of shelves, bookcases and other fixtures filling the floor…smooth and dark taupe marble flooring with twin floating metal staircases that widely and loosely twist from the center of the building leading to the upper floors, the stairs wrapped around this large floating astrolabe which was the dead center of the room, however instead of planets, the astrolabe instead depicted the planes of existence and set under it was a very large circular wood desk with a few sections marked for the receptionists with their sections marked by green glass shaded lights made of a glowing orb under the glassy cone, a circular bench was at the center of the desk along with a few large plants framing the planar-astrolabe, each plane adorned with colorful stones to demarcate it as which plane it represented along with the Sylvan runes that labeled them. No matter where you were…there were these candle-level bright orbs of crystal and light ceaselessly and aimlessly floating about the level, no two the same color, but all producing a warm tinted soft light like that of a candle save for right at the orb which glowed whatever color it was. Gold light fixtures hung from the marble ceiling, rather sparce, but evenly placed allowing the target-like fashion of how all of the shelves were organized being visible. Wide walkways from the doors leading to the center with many thinner ones making geometric lines that go through the layers of shelves making the target more spider-web like in its layout. Wherever the windows were sat vividly colored bay seats and in each of the larger crossings of all the shelves and layers of the shelves were either tables and chairs or small sofas and tables or various other methods for people to set the books and scrolls they were using down as they went about their studies. The upper tier of the library was the same fashion, but tighter and closer, less room for study tables and pieces, but the walls adorned with sections of doors for sequestered study rooms, the center of the upper tier was occupied by a large collection of tables and chairs of dark wood and jewel tones like the rest of the library’s fixtures, all the windows on the upper tier were bay windows with large bay seats in them. The upper tier also had a few sets of glass doors leading out to the looping terrace that was in place for the roof of the base tier and a narrower metal staircase lead further up to where Calico was now, leading into the glass pyramids. Set right under the edge of the pyramid’s panes was a very narrow and elongated metal oval where the staircases lead up to and occupying the air in the center of the oval was a very large metal, crystal and magic apparatus that people can use in this space to practice spell-craft or spellcasting.

              The floating orbs of crystal not only function as lights, but they also function as their own study rooms, very, very small pocket dimensions that only exist as a study room of whatever make and style the person who rents the orb’s space chooses. The orbs that were currently occupied hung right against the roof and were dim, but still brightly colored, when someone leaves, the orb relights and lowers as the person steps out into the library and the orb is open for someone else to use. Usually the orbs will stay high in the ceiling, but if the person needs another book or something, the orb will float and move to the section the person needs a book from to make it easier for them to find what they need.

              As Calico walked down the top staircase, walking down from the spellcasting ring, his usual cloak and robes floated around him, the bottom hem of them enchanted to just barely off the ground to preserve the material, but gave the same wavy, rippling appearance of the silken fabric falling down along the steps. The sound inside the library was as expected, quiet, but mainly due to the sound dampening charms and enchantments on it so even someone screaming was no louder than a harsh whisper, as he walked down the stairs he could see a least a dozen or so people milling about the shelves of the upper tier while there were more about the tables and chairs. Though a few were people that worked in the library, luckily there were enchantments so the books, scrolls, tablets and pieces returned themselves the shelves and various receptacles where they are stored and things straightened themselves out, kept themselves clean and the library, so there were generally few people needed to run the library. Calico often jokes that even with the size of the building, he was enough to run it alone sense the building all, but kept itself running.

              Despite being in the place where he feels best, Calico couldn’t help, but have his mind keep going back to what he saw earlier that day, opening the door to the guest room to see the bed stripped of only a single blanket and pillow to see that Quinten wasn’t asleep on it, nor was he asleep on the couch, but instead was asleep on the floor. Using only a single pillow that was pushed up into his horns and the thinnest blanket that was on the bed, sleeping like an animal curled up in the far corner of its kennel. Calico was able to easily tell that Quinten hadn’t been sleeping well or hadn’t slept much at all, the dark circles under his eyes were just as deep set into his skin as they had been and as a fey, sleep is something strange for them, dreams and sleep are much more volatile and magical and intrinsic to the fey culture, so any person born in Glimmerstand can tell if someone is having trouble sleeping. Calico almost wanted to sit on the floor, resting a hand on Quinten’s head and slowly run his fingers through that mane of inky black hair of his and hope that he would fall deeper asleep.

              Calico twisted the hems of his sleeves as he walked about, doing his usual work, but simply existing on auto-pilot because he couldn’t stop thinking about just…how sad and worried he felt about seeing how Quinten was. He kept glancing up towards his tower as he walked about the tiers and floors of the library, thinking about if Quinten was awake, if he had opened his gift yet or if he’s eaten anything or…anything along those lines. His clawed feet clicked like heels on the stone floor, his cat-clawed fingers slowly running along the shelves and pieces as he just needed to keep his hands busy. His giant tail swishing out behind him as he walked and his large ears endlessly twitching as they moved and flicked towards any and all sounds. He took his glasses off his nose as he used his sleeve to clean them before setting them back up as he turned the corner and walked towards the doors to his office.