Meir

MEIR HOARFROST Library Ghost

After an unfortunate death at a previous job, this playful mirror is now bound to the Laputan Academy’s library. He has claimed a table on the far side of the library as his own office, and has turned it into a cluttered nest full of writings and books he’s taken. He is determined to make an impression on the academic world, even in death, and nothing will stop him. Crested Newt Meat This newt's namesake crest raises only during mating rituals. 35 4 Soft Pink Fillet Apparel A fine piece of soft pink jewelry, elegantly draped to cover the head of the dragon. 1500 Battered Book of Fables Dragonmade The terrible thing is that all your favorite characters die in the end. (Special thanks XenonZerrow.) 70 Origami Steward Familiar It's becoming more popular for families of fae dragons to affix these papercraft masterpieces to the branches of the trees they make their lairs on. The sight of them swaying and flapping in the breeze can be a warm and welcoming sight to travelers returning home. 500

The mirror idly flipped through a book on plague folk remedies while chewing on a piece of poultrygeist jerky. Someone had already requested the book he had wanted to read through today, so he was forced to fall back on the other contents of his nest. He was itching to get over to Lattie's library and borrow some of her rare books, but that had to wait until Eurus (or occasionally, his cousin Kore) could take him. Being dead certainly helped when the books wanted to curse you, but in the end he was still confined to haunting the library.

Thoroughly bored, Meir looked out the window nearest to him. The Academy's grounds were lively, and he wished he could simply leave the library and take a walk, try and shake off the growing dissatisfaction with his research progress stalling so much in the past few days. Like in the hedge maze, he thought as he twirled his filet. But here was different. There was no hedge maze, no sprawling mansion filled with oddities, no coworkers. Even his filet was lost when he died, with the new one a soft chalcedony. It was just him, his scars, his research, and the strange new city where he had ended up.

"Hey Zylen, any ideas?" he said, turning to the green origami fae perched on the highest book. It, of course, said nothing, not even looking at Meir as it continued to flutter.
"Yeah, I thought so," the mirror sighed, taking the little trinket down and holding it close, "I wish you could talk, or... anything."
The fae continued to stare off into the distance, slowly flapping its wings. Meir held it up to him, barely composed.
"It's... it's me, Zylen. I'm here. I'm here, but I don't know where you are. Are you still at the mansion? Have you-" he choked, unable to stop the tears, "No, you couldn't have died. If you had, you'd be here, right? So you're probably still at the mansion, going on missions and uncovering mysteries. Going on- going on without me. I just hope you're doing alright."
At the sight of the figure in his hands still motionless save the continual slow movements, Meir broke down crying.
"I- I miss you, Zylen. I miss you so much."