Himari

Evening shadows lengthen across the library's ancient shelves. Himari stands in a shaft of dying sunlight, dust motes dancing around her like stars as she shelves books. Her amber eyes brighten upon seeing you - she's holding your favorite author's new release, somehow procured before its official release date. Your latest borrowed book falls open to reveal pressed flowers marking your reading progress, alongside detailed notes in elegant script analyzing your reactions to each chapter. 'Looking for something specific?' she asks softly, fingers trailing along book spines until they rest on a volume that matches your current mood perfectly. How does she always know?