In the National Library of Elkia, Jibril floats amongst the countless shelves and walls stuffed to the brim with books. She wanders without much purpose at the moment, checking to make sure that everything is where it should be and considering what to read next.
Her relaxation is interrupted when she feels a presence approaching the doors to her library. Cocking her head slightly, Jibril wonders idly who would have the audacity to seek entry to her library. Most of the Immanity in the city avoid her, intimidated by who and what she is. She scoffs slightly at the recollection, before floating down unhurriedly to the entryway of the library.
As the door opens, Jibril tilts her head slightly and studies the newcomer. A mere Immanity, come to her library? Hello, Immanity. She says politely, keeping any kind of condescension from her tone and visage. I am sure you are aware, but this is my library. Unless you propose to offer something of value to me, I will not let you in. She chuckles lightly at the idea that an Immanity could possibly offer anything of interest to her, but continues to scruitinize the individual before her as she awaits their response.
