Another story, this time for a flake that seems to be a little more popular:
>Cala, Mischief Seeker
The musty smell of old tomes and parchment were among her favorites. Along with smoke and charcoal, anyway.
It hadn't been this way for long, but even though she could remember those earlier moments clearly, she could hardly be bothered to remember them. Why should she dwell so much on that past when she could find her own way?
Back to the books would be a pointless statement. These thoughts didn't even occur to her, because she was too absorbed in her readings to depart for such trivialities. Those unnatural amber eyes poured over the words, symbols, and diagrams with ravishing hunger. Cala was enthralled with this activity entirely, a look of amusement and wonder on her face the entire time.
The half-devil girl couldn't even be bothered to take notice of her companions. Around her on the shelves nearby, a trio of tiny, flame-haired devils rifled through the library's belongings. She was often surrounded by such creatures, and while they often played off of each others' mischievous spirits, they generally tried not to disrupt her when she was being studious. Currently, one of them was reading over her shoulder, as another was pretending to inspect something that she had already discarded (so as to not look at the small fire that it had accidentally created). The third one was keeping lookout for the others from atop a nearby globe, its eyes on the doors to the library.
"But then..." she shuffled the current tome aside for a scroll, leading her own eyes for a specific place using a finger. She was onto something, now.
"Oh, but..." she flicked the edge of the scroll, letting it roll away from her as she grabbed a large, unopened book and rifled through its pages to a seemingly random destination,
"Which means..."
She almost didn't take notice when behind her, the devil keeping watch let out a loud, fiery belch.