Cheekily, Willow bantered back at Myrcella on how she never specified walking home yet and how she hadn't been asked. The girl was practically buzzing through the door like a defiant child, whipping into the Library without waiting for a response from Myrcella and... without even holding the door open for her. Having the door snapped in her face arose a flicker of irritation across her face, a glare transpiring that harbored upon the view of the glass door with the bright crimson head of hair gradually diminishing as the girl ventured farther, and father inside.

Well, that was rude. Willow could hardly wait to get away from her and Myrcella felt she used her as a guide to the Library, when obviously that wasn't what her actual intentions were for them walking together. After saving her back in the alley, that was how she treated her? Her glare remained as she pushed the door open, walking inside with her moods dampened. It turns out even the most innocent looking of children were trouble. She shouldn't have been surprised, but it was just.... very annoying. And, it were as though Willow didn't stop to think of the reason why she'd decided to stop here.

Myrcella went into the Employee's Only back area of the Library to discard what she had carried with her. It was about ten minutes later when she had pulled her hair into a bun, to keep it out of her face while working, and had also removed the coat of her uniform leaving her silk-button up blouse, knee-length skirt, tights and shoes as her attire. A young woman who was working at the counter acknowledged Myrcella with a familiar smile when seeing the teen join her behind the desk. "Just in time! Would you mind taking over, Myrcella?" She asked. "Not at all. Is there anything I should know?" "Not anything of importance. I already filed everything and organized the desk. You just need to do the usual checking out books," The woman was a long-time employee and one Myrcella's mother got along with. Naturally, that also meant Myrcella got along smoothly with her by that affiliation. A few brief, friendly words were exchanged before the lady begun leaving. "Good night, Julie," Myrcella bid farewell, and the woman returned a friendly waving gesture. "Yes, good night to you as well, and see you and your mother tomorrow!"

Myrcella sat in the chair residing behind the desk, the silence of the Library residing before her... until perhaps all too fast, none other than Willow appeared from the rows of book shelves and was heading towards the counter. The timing was quite mocking. Had Willow come a couple minutes sooner it would have been Julie helping her instead. An internal dread accompanied Myrcella, uncomfortable and still annoyed by the girl's deceit from earlier, but she didn't dare show it. Instead, she kept herself polite and mannerly in her employee position. "Hello... again," She greeted in a quiet and monotone voice.

While Myrcella resided near the wall's light fixture, the boy dwelt his body near the singular glass window. It wasn't until he spoke aloud, of something that was apparently lurking outside the window, when Myrcella had finished her investigation of testing whatever remnants of a light source were available to work with in the electrical circuits. Moving her chin over her shoulder, her face had tilted in his direction. The window on the inside exterior had fogged up from the creeping cold but a visible smear from the boy's hand managed to allow more insight into the outside property. At first Myrcella saw nothing of particular oddity, though primarily due to where she'd stood, but beneath her feet she could feel the flooring shaking... loud thuds following each shake, as though something monstrous and larger than a Giant awaited outside.

The thuds were distant enough as not to ignite a surge of frantic turmoil within her, but powerful enough to spark a startled gleam in her eyes that flicked down towards the slight shaking of the surrounding interior. Her chest squeezed in arising nerves, though she tried to keep a strong front as she turned to once more look towards the boy with a face hinted in what she was actually feeling in her gut. The feeling of impending doom by the fact that a giant monster was just beyond the Library's walls. Terrors destroyed what was in their wake.... a-and in Heaven's name, she prayed that whatever creepy monster was out there.... stayed away. Far, far, away. If a swarm of smaller terrors practically crumbled one of the vacation estates down during their festive gala a year ago, she could predict the absolute horrors of what a ginormous terror was capable of.

The swaying wisp-like light in her palm had danced and flickered wildly from the fear that jolted through her composure, but soon resumed its previous swaying float. She forced a gulp and stubbornly kept herself together. The boy stepped away from the window with his book, setting it upon the table with a sigh. He inquired if they should head to the front... after his observation of seeing something outside and the echoing rumble of thuds, she believed they should. "That would be what's best..." She admitted in a serious tone, having now turned to face him while her gaze roamed towards the spiraling, narrow stairway. It was eerily quiet.... so quiet, as to enhance and amplify the movements of the likely dangerous creature.

With caution she stepped towards the stairway but had yet to embark downwards. Myrcella stopped to face the boy once more. Her light radiated, having yet to dim away in its energy. "If you can...." She began, lifting her hand and extended it outwards more, "Continue manifesting your Light magic. Together, we should be fine.... just don't use too much energy..." If either of them ran out of enough energy to keep their Lights powered, they'd be met with a far worse situation.

The unnamed girl answered that she didn't remember when she started being harassed, offering a side-glance in the direction where Myrcella stood. A glassy dampness shown within her eyes, something of which Myrcella took notice of.... but she didn't draw attention to it, not wanting to embarrass the girl or make her feel any more upset than she already was. Myrcella's eyes lightly narrowed in observation of her choice of response... she could tell that the other Angel was shaken from her encounter with those teens but was trying to keep herself held together. Myrcella listened in politeness, offering a small nod when she thanked her. The youth's expressed gratitude was appreciated though she would have never demanded it from her.

There was an ample probability that she was only able to save her for the rest of the day. Until next morning, if she didn't skip class, the young Angel would be once more faced with an issue. No true resolve was found.... she would once more be on her own to fend for herself. It angered Myrcella that someone so small, young and of her kind was subjected to such treatment. People could truly be unreasonably cruel... she didn't desire closeness with any of them. Even friends could turn their backs and hurt you. She knew little of what the girl's life was like and if she had any friends of own. Even if friendship was fickle, someone so innocent looking as her may have benefited from the protection of reliable peers.

The other Angel offered a hand in official meeting, asking for her name while offering her own. Myrcella's Topaz gaze befell her hand, gaze somewhat softening upon the gentleness of the other girl's temperament. So, her name was Willow. "I'm Myrcella," She introduced in a mellow tone and grasped the girl's hand, initiating a handshake between the two, "It's unfortunate we met under these circumstances, but I'm glad you're safe for the time being," She released Willow's hand, her wings then being engulfed in a glowing magic before they disappeared from the frame of her back. "You should head home... it will be dark soon," Myrcella then warned her. A girl such as her shouldn't be out too late... there was school again tomorrow and if she had attentive parents, they would worry for her if she didn't return before sunset.

The world beyond the safe isolation of the Antique Library Section was entirely shrouded away behind a thick fog, leaving no possible of the blizzard in a short time frame since Myrcella's gaze had warily fixated on the window. The lights begun flickering once more, struggling much more than before. Shadows leering from the shelving begun to cast over the tables, igniting Myrcella's greater presumptions that an outage was underway. Every warning sign was evident. Her head turned to glance up at the glass fixture on the wall, watching as it sparked its last attempt to stay ignited, before a bellowing hum cast over the nook. Darkness took over without a shred of decipherable view to the naked eye. Myrcella snapped her book shut, a feeling of reluctant dread overcoming her as she was met with sitting in the pitch black exterior of the Library. Hope of the power turning back on seemed imprudent.... it was obvious to her that the blizzard knocked out the power, and it was likely to stay that way with the state of the surrounding territory was in.

She nonetheless sat, still and silent, Topaz eyes slowly lifting and changing where they looked as though waiting to see if something would defeat her butter judgement of the situation she was now landed in. Of course, nothing happened... and a deep sigh left her with no attempts of concealing it. "Seriously?" She grumbled in a quiet voice dripping in irritation. The girl wasn't spooked by what'd happened-- quite the contrary, she was personally glad to have found her own private territory away from the ruckus of loud and panicking groups of people. People who didn't know how to handle themselves in a crisis... she didn't need the added stress of it. She highly doubted that it was dangerous to be in a discreet nook of the Library. This was the official Lorsette City Library after all, where the structure was secured for the most part.

Immediately, though, Myrcella was reminded that she wasn't alone here. That's right, the boy who'd come in just a handful of minutes ago....

Turning her head in the direction she remembered him sitting at, the girl soon after turned herself to be sitting while facing in that general direction. Eyes winced slightly at the sudden spawning of a glowing orb that illuminated his small frame, along only the part of his table nearest to him. Well.... it looked like he certainly wasn't an average human by being able to use his own source of light magic in such a manner. That also meant he was unlikely to be a species descendant of Hell, which prompted Myrcella to not be as likely to just.... ditch the area faster than one could walk. There was no way on Earth that she was going to allow herself to be locked in during a power-outtage with an unpredictable Hell born. Now that.... seemed very unsafe.

She still didn't know the kid or recognize him in the least. In a way, she would have preferred.... sitting quietly with her own orb of light until the power went on, as personal conversations weren't her forte. Now, she felt like she had to say something.... but first, Myrcella stood up on her feet. The wind continued its eerie whistling rampage at the exterior of the window and its surrounding walls, being much louder than the sound of her chair pushing across the floor. With a soft whisper to herself, a blurring white light manifested at the heart of a risen palm, growing until swaying like an enlarged candle light. Her face and attire became illuminated brightly from it, though everything else remained dark and dreary. She stepped away from the table, coming up to the wall where the fixture was as though examining it. She rose her palm, allowing the summoned light to spiral its way up to the fixture, seeing if she could get the circuits to temporarily function.... but there was no existent electrical source to work with. The power was, indeed, completely cut off and the fixture was once more absent in light as her magic returned back to her grasp. "Not surprised," Myrcella, finally, spoke aloud in a shared open thought. Her social awkwardness prevented her from a more so upfront conversation initiation with him, but.... at least by speaking he knew she wasn't ignoring him.... yes, that's it.

A glare of sunlight seared through the dreary, rain-filled clouds. After a harsh winter season, the sun fought to break through the blanket of grey that seemed to endlessly cast over the city... today was one of the few recent days when sunlight reigned some victory in its battle, however little of its rays highlighted the streets. An infrequent rain shower consumed much of the morning and early afternoon, leaving a dappling of puddles along the sidewalks. In one gloved hand Myrcella held a parasol above her head to protect her face and eyes from the sharp stinging light that sliced through the heavy clouds, perfectly angled as to bother her eyes. Her parasol successfully served its purpose, however, and protected her eyesight as she traveled alone.

She had just left the Cathedral and was on her way to the Lorsette Library, where she would have two hours of work before departing with her mother. While many students in Lorsette had the luxury of being able to head home right after school or hang out somewhere with their friends, Myrcella's responsibilities and expectations of her peers extended far beyond classroom walls. It was a rarity when she had any spare time to do as she truly wished... and even if such occasions were presented to her, it was unlikely she would know what to do with it. Working herself to bone with enhancing her Angelic-born skills, practicing alongside combat instructors, studying the material provided to her by the Cathedral and grandparents... the life of a simple high school student was foreign to her. Though, in all reality, how many teens in Lorsette truly had the opportunity to be carefree?

Her reddish-brown hair was left down, straight along her back with only part of it pulled into a ribbon behind her head. The color of her ribbon matched the color scheme of her academy's uniform, adorning a medley of silver, white, and navy blue. Now that it was after hours and it was fairly cold downtown, she had her woolen cardigan tightly buttoned and providing extra body heat that the black tights of her attire didn't provide. By choice, she'd prefer flying to the Library... but Myrcella knew that it was risky to draw attention to herself when there'd been ample issues with the Assembly of Phantoms. That, and she'd been scolded before about being able to function normally in public instead of relying on her inherited powers.

Thus, the teen eased her way through the downtown district with a clear path in mind. Her shoulders were positioned in a neutral self-confidence with Topaz-Brown eyes in their natural slight narrow, attentive to the differentiating store fronts and people she passed by. It was just another late afternoon for her and tomorrow would likely be the same way, more or less. To some her private teachings at the Cathedral and the upper society of Heaven's clans may have been of greater interest due to its unusual reality, but to her it was all just part of her life.