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Penelope Winston, a name she still has after a few years, was getting used to using. Yet it tied her to a life she could have had along with pushing past the life she once had. Well mostly, she still carried her thirst for revenge for Abraxas Bradford. The man that destroyed her family, before she even knew part of it. Now she was given the task of being the Guardian of The Archives Hall, A hall that was a labyrinth with mythic items and books full of magic dark, light, and neutral. A hall you could get lost in and would trap you if you didn’t know what you were doing. A hall owned by Malva Ailward the Aspect of Magic, and while Penny herself wasn't a guard to the order she was of a trusted bloodline that Malva had a hand in making herself.
Though not only was she the guardian of the hall, but she was the owner of Winston Library which was Evermore Largest Privately owned Library. Today was like most days, she pushed the cart along the row of books placing books back. She had a love hate relationship with the Library. While it gave her all the world's information at her fingertips it sometimes felt like a cage. She came from a Nomadic coven, who ran around the woods in the dead of night naked and did what they wished till falling in with Abraxas Bradford. So sometimes she wanted to strip away the pin skirt and professional dresses and run around in the woods naked again.
That day was a day she was missing her mom deeply so pushing the cart around the library placing things back on the shelf made her want to set the building ablaze. So she pushed the cart back to the desk and planned on taking a long lunch. As she exited the library when her gaze fell upon Izaleon. It had been years at this point since she had last seen him. She wondered for a moment standing there staring at him if he would even remember her. Would he have thought she died? She rocked back on her heels for a moment before closing the space of them on the sidewalk.
“Well you look like you haven’t aged a year.” She said as she reached over pressing the button to change the walking sign at the crosswalk. She turned her green hues upon him and gave him a soft smile. “Izaleon. Though I am not sure if you remember me. I used to go by Monica.” She said as she knew the name tag said Penny that was on her shirt. It was strange speaking her birth name. It had been years now.