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[wingfic]

[This telepathic message is not signed, and appears in your field of vision without preamble, although the rhythm of the words is slow, almost sullen.]

Hey.

What power did they give you?

Did you have magic before you came here?

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[wingfic]

But you have a whole store just for books?

[decipheringeye]

Where else would people get them?

[wingfic]

How should I know? Wherever scholars [and nerds like Tristan] usually get books, I guess.

[decipheringeye]

Well, there's a lot of demand for books, so whether or not it's weird to have a book store, I get plenty of business.

[wingfic]

That's weird.

[decipheringeye]

What's weird about people being interested in books?

[wingfic]

Lots of things. How many people can even read?

[decipheringeye]

[Kosuzu quietly re-evaluates her guesses about this person's world.]

Everyone can, except for maybe fairies. They learn it in school when they're kids.

[wingfic]

You don't have to say it like that.

[Never mind that she's not exactly being the nicest herself. After a moment:]

You have fairies too?

[decipheringeye]

Yeah. If you leave the village, you have to be careful, or they'll pull some kind of weird prank on you.