Glint on the Edge

A flash of silver caught my eye from across the polished tabletop. I crept forward, keeping low to the dark wood. A metal bookmark rested against the spine of a closed book, casting a bright gleam into the shadows. I paused, watching it closely. No sudden moves. Slowly, I reached out a claw and tapped the flat metal surface. It gave a faint, clean click and shifted slightly. Satisfied it was harmless, I climbed atop the book stack, folding my wings to overlook the whole room.