Istredd's appearance is still a patchwork of brown skin and then black spots with stars and constellations swirling inside, more and more of his skin changing into that by the day, although his face itself never does, at least for now. It's an expression of the power that grows in him with every blessing given, every new book or piece of information consumed into him. The Feywilds' addition will go a long way to glowing him up, but it's only just begun.

The Feywilds is a space on the chalkboard that has been mostly blank for some time, outside of notes that he could make from speaking with them or existing around their space. But they hid many of their secrets and compared to the other locations spread out and written up in this room, they were elusively vague. It is a victory indeed to finally crack into it. Soon this will be filled in and a lost piece will be theirs.

Istredd is gleeful about it and his smile is unhindered by his more somber nature. Today is not one to be somber.

"Here." He reaches out to touch Gale one more time so he can move them to a new room he just designed for this purpose. All the rooms in the library are unique and special, only some of them created by Istredd himself. "I used their Fey lights and a tree like they prefer, for ambiance."

Currently there are not a whole lot of books in there. It will take more time for them to fill in this space, but the fact there are any at all, more than yesterday, is a triumph. "I knew we would get them. You were right, sometimes patience is all you need."