447. Old Language

Mauve stood in front of the opened library doors. She couldn't see a thing. The candles were out and the curtains drawn. She knew if she took a step inside there was a high chance she would hit her head against a shelf.

"One second," Louis said to her and she felt a light breeze as he moved away from her.

Picking the light in the pathway he used it to light up the candles. Mauve could only watch in awe at how fast he was moving.

She shook her head. Humans had no chance, there was no doubt. He was fast and she could tell he wasn't at top speed.

What was even more impressive was the fact that the candles didn't go out with all the wind caused by Louis' movements.

The huge space was lit up even before she could tell him he didn't have to light up everything. Since she was only going to be in one part of the library.

"Come in," he said after he was done.

"You didn't have to turn on all the lights," she commented.