#suble way of saying girl loves steampunk but has no idea what steam or punk is lol

[arashway]

location: dusk court. bookshop. time: early afternoon. status: open to all.

ARA has been on the hunt. For books, that is. She wasn't the one to deal with all the blood & everything else an actual hunt required, but how else would one call an - almost - frenzied search for new novels, dramas, epics &, dare she admit, romances. The upside of being a creture filled with magic was that there was always a way for her to transport the mountain of books she'd undoubtedly purchase, withough having to actually heave all that pile up the stairs herself.

that, or she'll find some poor sucker - she mean's helper - to lend a hand or a tendron of power.

Strolling down the seemingly endless isles of bookshelves & bookstands, Ara found herself in personal Heaven - if one believed in such things. She only hoped The Mother had romance novel & pretty fiction involving something obscure & terrifying called 'a train'. Whatever was a steam engine? Who in their minds came up with something like that? It was so fantastical, but perhaps the Day fae with their tinkering could do something like that. The author of that particular genre was Day fae, after all.

The only downside to this library? It was no-seater. She couldn't just pick a book up like in a library or book-café she visited back home, she barely had the time to flip through a few pages before the shop keeper would side eye her.

"This is ridiculous." she muttered beneath her breath, "How can I know if I like it, if I can't see what is it about? I don't have seer powers." she huffed & put the book back on it's stand.

"I strongly believe books should have a summary written on them somewhere, like we do back home."