The library was musky and dark, the warmth of the air unnatural as even the few residents were. It was apparent that the library was rarely used, and when done so only by the most eclectic of patrons. The voices in the room are dim, some sported horns, others wings, marking this a spot of neutrality between the sides.
This, of course, means that there is a strained truce between the hosts of Him and the followers of the Prince of Light. As such the winged beings kept to one side generally, and the horned ones to the other. This was a place of learning, and each faction knew the other's only business here was to learn about the other, to size up their weakness.
Geneve was a winged one, the humans call her Angel, but she simply referred to herself as one of many. She sits in a low backed chair, the brilliant blue tipped white wings flowing down her back, curling slightly in the wake of the heat. Her blonde hair fell in perfect ringlets, and her blue eyes were wide as she looks from one side to the other. She was here unannounced, wtih no reason other then she was curious about the Horned ones, and her curiosity shows by the way she keeps an eye on each that crosses her vision.