#earthrunes

The satyr is new to Earth Runes, yet it was so open and welcome that he had little trouble gaining access in, no weapons on him after all. A teenager/wilder, the young man head whips about at the sights and sounds, and the sheer number of gorgeous women. A breath, and he moves on into the library.

"Now, where would the..." He looks, "Directions would matter, North, South, East, West... the quarters, maybe.." He bends down and sorts.

"Ah ha, a secret panel.." He says looking up, and then rises, to give a book a tug "Oldest trick in the book, give this big encylopedia sized thing no one uses a tug... and..." YANK

It was not a secret panel, or passage.

It was, however, packed a bit tight, and the 'yank' causes not one, but over a half dozen books to fall from that shelf! Further, a few more on the shelf above it, seem to decide to join in, raining down on the satyr! "Ow ow ow" as he's dropped to his knees.

"Aw geez, smooth, really smooth" He fusses at himself in frustration. Satyr temper riled, but he doesn't take it out on the books. His father would kill him! And he's pretty sure the librarian wouldn't be happy, whoever he or she is.

"All I want is to gain a little occult power, figured the good books would be hidden deeper in, and what do I do? Argh" He starts to gather them up, carefully and methodically, looking over each one for tears and dents. Maybe he's not a troll, but there's an honor thing involved here period. He didn't come here to steal , at worst- borrow.

And if he damaged one of these, then he'd have to repair or.. gulp pay for it Holy shit some of these books look super old and probably super expensive

Well, it takes time, but eventually he puts them back, he hopes in the order that makes sense and was how they were before.

"How'd that go again?" A sigh

For once, he's glad that while not a book wyrm himself, his father made him work with books and arrangement of same. While the librarian will notice somethings out of place, it's not too drastic.

It's then that he notices something akin to what he was looking for. Not amid the pile he dropped, and put up, of course. Nothing is ever that easy, but something very interesting indeed. A book on occult matters half hidden and perhaps deliberately so. "Geez, you'd need eyes like an owl to see back in this crevice." Thank goodness smart phones cast a bit of light.

And he slides the book forward to peek at it's cover.

Which is blank, but on the spine, words that surprise him.

"Heptameron Squared" He looks at it confused "Seven Days Times Seven Days"

An "Mmmmmm?" A curious sound, rumbling in the pooka's throat, as a large, Leonine man leans over to peer at what he's reading. "That's a pretty little pamphlet there. You're not the sneaky shadow I was looking for, but are doing a passable imitation. Maybe you've seen one?"

The figure looks up, "Ah, no no. I'm not the librarian or anything."

"And I was the only one here" grateful he put the books dropped back

"Oh, fiddle and fye. I was hoping that she had adopted a new look. Normally she's the only one I see in those dusty back corners. Not that she'd let more than adequate dust build up, after all."

Sluagh he realizes, yeah that makes sense with what he was told, "Well, if she's here she's hiding too good for me to make her out. You looking for something in particular, sir?"

"Indeed. I was looking for A Treatise on Fiona Affairs, by one Sir Almond ap Fiona. I know not if our humble stacks contain such a scroll. Are you a new intern under the Librarian, then? I do not think I've seen you around." A friendly smile. "Leonardo da Vinci, at thy service, called Vince for long. Resident Mixologist."

Torn between outing himself entirely, and being rude, he holds out a hand , "Call me Z.W.," he says

"Zee Double-you. Well met, young sir." He shakes the hand warmly. "Is that of the Darstsmouth Double-yous or by way of Lockport?"

"Of the Tower of Ivory Double Yous" he smiles, then a realization, "Oh, you're not going to find that book here. It's been loaned out to Siv!"

And his smile widens! "Oh, dearest Captain, who dost toss about on the waves of my heart..." He affects a swoon, hand pressed to his chest. "I shall go in search henceforth and forthwith. I wish you luck in thy own search, young master Z. Do take care - it is said that there are snakes in the stacks, oh, supremely venomous ones, that lurk in wait for an unauthorized hand to reach where it shan't belong, as such are fully authorized to take a finger or two in return. Oh, toodles!" A wave and he flounces off as quickly as he came.

...is that a soft hiss? No, surely just imagination.

"Wait, you're after Siv I'..." He turns and hears the hiss, and sighs. "Crazy hold."

And the Lion is off, thought he notes that he should mention the curious visitor to the Library Ghost on next siting.

"Better safe than sorry" The satyr says and gestures over himself, veiling.

Who wants bit by snakes?

"Think you that will work, young sir?" A whisper in his ear.

"Oh sweet Bachus" He jumps!

The Librarian watches with a wry expression. She is painfully thin, as befits her kith, and dressed in shades of grey. Her bone-white hair is trained into a side braid, though errant locks still trail into her face.

The curly haired satyr (Wavy rather than curly in parts where his hair gets longer) is a bit younger than her , a year or two ? His winter jacket denotes his travel from a colder clime than Missouri, and his accent? Jersey?

She tilts her head. "Master Wayburton, is it?"

A wince "Yeah, I was trying to avoid being identified. That's why I told The guy with the great hair Z.W. How'd you know?"

"I am the Librarian." A shrug, as if that is all the explanation needed.

"I don't think I'm in one of these books" He counters

"No?" Her hands drifts along a shelf, then plucks out a selected volume.

"I'm not really important enough to make more than a facebook acount of"

Flip, flip... and she turns and shows a dedication - "To my son, Z, who inspires joy in my days"

"What?" a startled look and he peeks

"Oh" A blush

One of the Professor's works, on Seemings.

"Yeah, my dad's .... didn't know he put that one in there." He looks really touched, and clears his throat "He's the smart one in the family. Not that mom or sis are dim. Just , dad's the academic. Really educated, super intelligent."

"Ah, well. Now - what are you seeking? The occult?"

He looks at the book in his hands, "Well, I'd have to be a pooka to lie to you now" Zane says with humor and charm "SO yes."

"There are several paths in that forest. Seek you lore? magic?"

"Much as I like the magic part more than the lore, you can't completely separate the two," He admits. "At least, I can't. I'm... i've done some workings and I think..well, it's silly and arrogant"

An eyebrow, patient.

"I did this working, it got maybe out of hand, but it.. worked. I think I'm good at it. Arts and..magic and the occult." a cough