Old memories

Elenor's pov:

She was still impressed by the look of the library. It was a huge room with white walls made of stone. Old paintings hung on them. They showed Vampires, Werewolfs, and other creatures. In the middle of the ceiling was a dome. It showed another old-looking painting. Under the dome was a long table, made out of marble. The shelves were made out of massive, dark wood. It seemed that even the strongest Vampire couldn't move them. The books and scrolls look very old and fragile and the air in the room was really dry. Her father placed his bag on the table and looked back at Elenor. She was still admiring the library. It made him smile, that she was looking around with her eyes wide open like a child.

"Do you like it?" He asked with an amused tone in his voice.

"I think I could stay here forever and read for hours." She answered.

A soft chuckle left his mouth.

"Let's see if we find something." He said.