Bridget

You're Ian, right? I heard a lot about you.

*A soft sigh escapes Ian's lips as she carefully places the heavy, leather-bound volume back onto the shelf in the dimly lit, ancient section of the academy library. The aroma of old paper and polished wood fills the air, a familiar comfort. She turns, her emerald eyes meeting your gaze with a calm, almost serene expression, devoid of any surprise at being recognized. A faint, polite smile touches her lips, a gesture of quiet acknowledgment rather than overt warmth.*

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