Ah, recklessness kills, so his father always told him.
At least he knew now that "The Librarian" was Adraejen Porthyrius… interesting. He bent down and caster a simple healing spell to rejuvenate some mans, then started caring for her burns. Levitating the book into her sachel, he still heard the name still echoing around it.
Once he was quite sure she had woken up he went into a shop near by, walking up to the young lady sitting at the counter, he said "Girl, do you have any extra ice-water for your snow-beaded lily crop?"
The young farmer's girl looked at him and then said, slightly confused why someone would want cold water on such a frozen day, "Uh, yes, here you are," pulling an almost frozen water bucket from outside.
WearyEyes headed back outside with his water… 
"Well, young one, this should help," he said as he was about to pour the entire bucket on her head.

Miri woke fully to a random bucket of water. She was now soaked again. For a few minutes she had trouble recalling what happened, even her name. After a few hours and a good deal of glaring silently at the books, she stood up and stretched. Her armor was just a giant chunk of ice covered leather at the time so she couldn't move well. "Did you learn anything new from these books?" She froze the lock on the bag shut and pulled her helmet off, her long flowing hair blew smoothly in the wind, her rosy cheeks stood out brightly against her pale ice covered skin, and her eyes gleamed against the sun's setting colors of orange and dark red. It's getting darker… Colder… Soon she'll have to find the library and deliver the books. She could feel the darkness pulling at her heart and mind.

As the child woke up she still had a small bit of amnesia, so while Miri sat and read WearyEyes looked through some of his own books.
"Did you learn anything new from these books?" Was the first thing that was muttered for the first hour.
Cijor looked up, "Yes, but nothing to do with your library. That quest, I must say, I can only come along for the ride, you must figure out your own way"
He shivered, they had been outside sitting on the docks for a while now, and he had depleted a lot of magic to keep himself from freezing. "Miri, we should go. The night comes close and books await us at this library, but first… a good sleep."

She stepped to the end of the dock and looked up, staring at the larger moon and humming gently. Tears swelled in her eyes as she looked as a large lit area of the moon, from a distance it looked like a small pile of glass in the summer sun but on clear nights when the moon is close to the world…. When the Mana collection was supposed to take place… The lights look like single small candles burning brightly. She then looked down, her hair creating silver snow. "I am sorry.. go rest.. I'll stay here for the night."
Miri held her amulet cuffed in her hands as she began humming again in the silvered hue of the night.

"Very well Miri," The old man said with a sigh,
"But if you will not sleep, than the best thing you can do for yourself is at least dream. Let your mind open to the imagination that comes at night, dreams are powerful things, and they usually hold a key.
So sleep young one, we start out journey tomorrow."

 And with that, Cijor vanished into a whips of blue light.

"Drakes come in the night…. Family and friends are lost to the night…" She whispered and held her amulet tighter, reading the names carved in it's core. The she smiled as she looked to the moon again. "I hope you all can hear my love… I hope you can see my strength.. it's all for you.. The families… The citizens… Especially for you sis…." Before she hummed again she sung quietly, the next heavy storm hiding her position. 
   "Tis the gates of the kingdom, The throne of the king…
Tis the fate of the Maelstrom… That will us to sing.
We sit until dawn…. Like jewels in the snow…
But now we're gone… Yes, we're just a glow..
Soon we'll be of songs…. Legends and myths..
Soon we'll be strong… In the frozen mists…
For our hearts are here…. Stored in our sin..
And though we're not near… We still love our favorite kin…"
Miri about collapsed, her brother made the poem for him before he was shipped… A amulet… A poem.. and a promise to return… 

Cijor stood up from his study looking at thw sun dial set into his window, Miri should be awake by now. He didnt kniw what to think of Miri, she reminded him of young Pocket.
He got his ingredients ready for a long distance teleportation. 
He got to the docks to see the Elf sitting there.
He came up behind her and said,
"Well, Snowy one, lets go find your mysterious library."

She nods, extremely tired from the night of memories she spent in the docks. Her mask was back on and shining brightly in the sun's early rays. She felt an odd comfort in the light, almost a presence beside her, pushing her further. "Let us go then… Wizard of the high."