nexus_crossings | Wisdom begins in Wonder

She headed toward what looked to be a large building akin to something from back home, It was both an impressive and slightly comforting sight.
She scanned the area with her eyes, ears and other senses. Trying to make sure she was in the right place as she headed toward the stone steps. As well as keeping her eyes open for any hint or sign of her missing friend or any one who might know more about the nexus or other things of necessity and importance. Another part of her wondered if they might have a snack bar or vending machine that took the money she had on her as her tummy rumbled softly as she neared the large doors.

She wondered if there were a place for missing posters, and looked around for one as she cautiously looked around after poking her head in, looking for a desk of some sort. "Ahem, excuse me, but I was wondering if there was a form or something to apply for a library card? " She half asks a bit rambly and nervous all of a sudden. She wasn't exactly sure why but she was worried for Sherlock and was in need of some information and uncertain about where and when to get things in this ever shifting environment.

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She blinks and tilts her head trying to figure if he's being literal or dramatic.

Her eyebrows go up, "Er um thank you. " She sniffs and scans the bottles though checking to make sure there still good and just orange juice.

The seals are still whole and the bottles are not tampered with. The label is not in english or any other human language, for that matter. Lots of swirly letters, likely just spelling out the product's name. It smells like perfectly normal 100% OJ squeeze, and there's no sense of enchantment or curses on it either. Just two chilled bottles of sweet, sweet citrus.

"You may have them both," he says as he uses one spindly finger to nudge the second bottle closer to her.

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She tilts her head, but still satisfied by her scan. "Oh um thank you. " She murmurs and tucks the extra on in her cloth lunch bag inside her back pack. Before adjusting her duffle strap across her.

She softly opens the one and turns half away to take a small sip hoping to take the edge off till she could get something more substantial. Recapping the juice but keeping the one in her hand with a soft sigh.

He taps his pale fingertips on the ledge of the bookshelf between them, averting his eyes as she goes to swallow some of that juice. What book section are they in anyway? The one to his left has a swooning woman on the cover and a title that reads DAMNED: My Romance With A Holy Demon. His brow furrows in confusion before Micolash delicately reaches another single finger to just...pull that down flat. Romance sections are weird...

Oh! But that reminds him! He looks forward again though the book gap at Ashlynn. "If you need to eat, perhaps I can bring you to the Kin? He feeds ME."

She tries not to snicker or snort at the action. She was a bookworm with a bookstore. She was sort of used to the oddness of some things. Besides she lived in The Enchanted Forest for most of her life before the Dark Curse.

Check she lived in Maine, for longer technically now. Lawd.

"Oh,.. Um what's this kin person like?" She asks softly. A little shy, wary and uncertain. After all she didn't want to impose or run into trouble. She rubbed the back of her head

"Very kind. Very patient. He can travel the planes, you know. Walk freely from one to the next. He is very interested in mortal races. Why, I do not know. He insists we are wonders in and of ourselves, but I believe the novelty just hasn't worn off for him yet.

"I am sure if I took you to him, he would secure what you need. He says he is a priest for his people and therefore is very invested in helping others." Though he hopes if he does this, Abysa won't try and make HIM eat too. He did it this morning; that's enough, right?

She blinks and looks hopeful and still a little wary but prehaps..It was worth a try. "well..I suppose we could..say hello." She half hums half states in thought.

Her ears perk p at that 'priest' thing. She knew some folks in similar lines of work. Mayhaps they would get along she'd hope so she rather liked learning about new places and peoples. She missed being able to travel in truth more then just in dreams. That poem by Tennyson came to mind. She was, more than half 'sick of shadows.'

"Excellent!" He says it loud enough that there's another irritated shush from another patron, but he ignores it this time. Instead, Micolash stands up and hurries to shuffle down the row of books and around the other side. Now at last in the same aisle as Ashlynn. Though he breezes right past her, now headed for the exit.

"I'm certain he will be able to help you. He is very good at helping. Follow, follow!" Micolash gestures for Ashlynn to keep in step with him without stopping his stride.

By the time he's out into the foyer, the robot librarian has gotten all the books back onto the cart and pushed over to where they belong, which is the returns desk. The second it spots that cage, though, it looks up, ear panels quivering. Micolash ignores the bot, but it doesn't stop it from doing the universal 'I'm watching you' gesture; pointing two fingers at its optics, then at Micolash.

She hunches a little ducking her head at the shushing and softly chuckles bemused. She blinks and moves to pad after him quickly and carefuly.

The tip of her tail wagging under her coat, as she half goes on alert ready to try and herd him if need be. "lovely, yes yes coming." She states quickly and slightly excited even as she pads after him warily. Ready to stick to him like glue if need be.

She gives the robot a small smile and softly promises, "I'll be back." And then angles her head down and focuses on her temporary charge. And after a after a movement mannerly offers him her arm. "Shall we good sir?" She asks warmly a slightly playful lit in her eyes.

She didn't often have to break out the old world formal manners now a days but she still remembered how and tried to keep in practice.

By this time, he's outside the library proper, standing on the steps and waiting for Ashlynn to catch up. And when she does? The offer of the arm looks like it baffles Micolash briefly, surprised that someone is...inviting contact? With him? How unexpected. But after a moment and a sheepish smile, he laces his thin arm around hers.

"We are going to transpose ourselves there. The Kin is secretive of where he resides. It is nothing to be alarmed about." As he says that, Micolash fumbles with the cuff of one of sleeves, pulling back the right one (the one Ashlynn's got a hold on) to expose a bracelet around his wrist! It looks to be woven from some manner of black plant matter, like hemp, and sports a single deep violet bead etched with symbols.

"I hope you are ready." Not that he waits. Micolash immediately pinches that bead between thumb and forefinger of his other hand and gives it a twist. There is a flash of purple magic and the odd pair vanish.

She smiles softly back in return sometimes a little kindness and respect went a long way. And it was a simple enough gesture worth a try and easier to keep an eye on him for a mite.

She tilts her head, studying and scanning the item softly. Well that was pretty and practical. She squints trying to see if she can recognize any of the symbols or not.

"As I'll ever be." She murmers and braces herself hoping this mode of transportation wasn't like apateteing, porting she was used to. Her hair poofs up a little as she shivers and holds on gentle but firm.

Wisdom begins in Wonder

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