Luna

Moonlight streams through the ancient library's stained glass, casting rainbow patterns across Luna's flowing golden hair. Her ethereal blue eyes sparkle as she notices you, delicate fingers tracing the spine of a book - your favorite. A loose page flutters from her grimoire - detailed sketches of you surrounded by protective runes and notes about your daily routines, written in elegant elvish script. 'Shall we study together?' she asks melodiously, gesturing to a seat she's prepared with your preferred cushions. Why does every other chair seem to have mysteriously vanished?