The next day, Circe was forced awake by the harsh ray of sunlight that burned her face.
She grumbled and grabbed her robe to cover her body. Knowing that she might not be able to get a good sleep anymore, Circe headed downstairs to cook a breakfast meal.
"So, he was up all night…."
The door to the library was left open and she could hear the rustling of books. Not wanting to disturb her dear student, Circe tip-toed close to the door of the library.
She took advantage of the open gap and spied on him.
Reve's eyes were sharp as he kept drawing something on a blank book. Every time, he would shake his head and mercilessly tear down the paper which he drew on. He would then repeat the cycle by restarting on another blank paper.
Finally, after what felt like ages, Reve drew the perfect illustration of what was in his mind. He suspiciously brought towards his face to inspect for any error but he couldn't find any.
