Private Finished The Lion and The Lamb

June had only come over to the library to return the few books he'd borrowed, finally finishing reading up on some books for school for his final year and just a few to ease his mind off all the medical terms he'd been reading. After he'd turned over the books to the front desk, he decided it wouldn't hurt to look around the library if there were any that could catch his attention. He only seemed to be browsing idly, looking for nothing in particular; sometimes his eyes would fall into the spine of a book, catch the title and move on to the next. This went on for a few minutes, shelf to shelf until he caught a view of the lounge area meant for the library goes. There wasn't quite a lot of people -- it was in the middle of summer and there weren't many students who liked studying on such an occasion.

Except perhaps a few who were there now, including a new face June didn't seem familiar with. He took a moment to observe behind a shelf, looking as natural as a person looking through the titles intently before he went in, completely casual as he made his way to the girl.

"You've got a really serious face there; you might scare off the book with that," he spoke in jest, interrupting the girl's reading with a paper flower into her line of sight. He found scraps off paper in between a few books he flipped over and while he wandered off, he found himself folding it into one.

"You wouldn't happen to be a new face here? I think I would remember a face like yours if I ran into you anywhere."

June couldn't help but laugh, seeing the girl look so flustered. It wasn't a new reaction for June, but it was different for every person; this one certainly look like the sweet type, possibly a little timid and maybe a little bit child-like. Those were always the cute ones that June like teasing. They were almost always the lively ones that had the right blend of energy that was the most satisfying to feed on. The psionic had to keep himself from visibly making that clear; instead, he only smiled.

"Few weeks in yet you're already pouring yourself into studying?" The red-head tutted as he took the empty seat next to her, making sure he wasn't sitting too close or too far. He couldn't, of course, appear too chummy yet. "Though it makes me curious what could have possibly caught your attention." June tilted his head slightly, enough to catch the book's pages at the corner of his eye.

As if a realization struck him, he straightened up and extended his hand towards her, "Oh, right! Where are my manners? June Orwell, and who might this charming lady be?"

"Lovely to meet you," June replied, accentuating the word before placing quick peck to the back of her hand and then letting go. The psionic gave her a small close-lipped smile, keeping his fangs away from view for the moment, though the way his eyes also crinkled made it appeear wider than it did. He wasn't really ever shy with his fangs, but he didn't show it off to a few people.

"So.. Personal research?" he echoed thoughtfully, subtly leaning over to her. Well, that certainly explained things for him; though he wasn't sure how personal was planes doing barrel rolls for her as was learning about psionics was for him. Or perhaps he was just jumping the gun here and maybe it was personal on a different level as his aspirations were to him. It could have been one or the other and he wouldn't really know until he asked.

June carefully reached for a page and playfully turned it over and back in curiosity. "Might it be too much to know why you're browsing this book for "personal research"? Doesn't quite sound like a typical choice."

"A siren, hm?" June echoed, curiosity evident in his tone. A curious case; as a well-read person, an avian siren wasn't an odd concept to him, but it was certainly a rarity to see on the island. Most sirens he had met this whole time have been the aquatic variant. Apparently today was the day he finally met their air counterpart.

June hummed thoughtfully. "I've never though I'd live to meet a siren just like you." For a moment, he turned his attention to the book Anna was holding. He wouldn't say it was the perfect option, but there isn't really a lot of books that talked about flight manuevers for wings with feathers. Although he isn't actually sure about this library though -- many students know Starlight has more books for wider, more diverse audiences.

"Well, I won't fault your friend, I'd definitely love to see someone like you take the skies. I'm sure you'll be a graceful flier." The psionic sounded genuinely impressed, although behind the lightheartedness seemed a little wary. He'd known sirens to be his match, especially those who have control over their voices. It was best to watch his back, but until then...

"You wouldn't mind me watching you do some aerial tricks, would you?"

June chuckled, "Well, if you'd like it, then why not?" He didn't need to ask again though as the girl closed her book, June caught her intentions already. Reading minds weren't his sort of thing, and he was already doubting he'd get there, but he was a master at reading tiny movements from people he was focusing on. It wasn't too difficult to pick out their emotions from the sort of energy they carried. The psionic had to resist licking at his lips.

He'd follow her outside, gauging her mood that went ups and downs. She was nervous -- very cute, if he had any say to it. Nervous energy wouldn't quite do, though. "Don't worry about me too much, I'm sure you'll do great," he said to her as they made their way out of the library, almost like he was whispering to her.

There wasn't any denying that her wings were impressive; large black wings with its gorgeous feathers. Breathtaking, to see from up close, though he was sure it would be better in action. June watched her take to the skies, following her movements as she cut through the air with a few tricks up her sleeve. Impressive, indeed, June would think, knowing well to appreciate the girl's skills.