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[One of Sei's jobs in Koriko is a tour guide for the entire island - wherever patrons want to be shown around, whether it be inside one location or for the whole package, she provides. Her other job in Koriko that she's taken up (praise her working heart) is as part of the staff at the Museum. Though her job as a tour guide has her do guided tours of the museum itself on occasion, her usual occupation makes her one of the librarians there. It's relaxing, compared to the vigor and enthusiasm required for her first job, so it balances her workload well. The books there also attract a great deal of her attention, especially since they have a great deal of relevance with the real world. It's part of her nature to experience more information, after all.
While she busies herself with one such book, an Encyclopedia of Youkai (due to having been referred to by one of the patrons in her earlier tours as an 'obake', or shapeshifting youkai), the doorway into the library extension darkens. She lifts her head to study the form of a spirit moving towards the counter: The long, thin beard of what looks like a revered old man covers the front of his red garb, arms folded inside the sleeves. She puts on a smile to welcome the guest cheerfully and bows.] Welcome to the Great Library of the Museum of Koriko, ojii-san! What could I do for you this day?
[The spirit, warmed by the little girl's greeting, returns the bow.] "Excuse me, dear child... I am looking for a book called 'The Crimson Fairy Book'..."
Ah, let me go look for you! Just one moment, please! [Sei climbs down the rather-tall seat custom-made for her cautiously before moving briskly towards the aisles of books further towards the back of the spacious room. She walks past different sections, tablets conveying legends of great myths, scrolls artistically depicting tales or detailing epics, and lastly more modern, books. But why is an ancient spirit interested in something like that? Wonders never cease.
She drags a nearby rolling stepladder to the proper area once she's pinpointed the book's general location and begins climbing it towards her target row. Taking the red-backed book out of its place, she sighs a bit.
If only I could use my «Navigation Pixie» form, this would be a lot more convenient... but I need to be this way just to even hold one of these things. Naturally she liked being a pixie more, for it tended to have many more conveniences, but the labor required of her in the library made use of her normal body a necessity. Still, it would be nice to be this size as one. Such is a feeling she often experiences here.
Her eyes pan to the book in her hand: on the cover was drawn a depiction of a triumphant swordsman standing over the body of a decapitated dragon that was still struggling at its death, with a formation of faeries overhead, led by a large fairy queen trapped in what looked like a crystal prison. She couldn't help but think of Papa and Mama back during that time in «ALfheim Online». First printing of 10,000 copies, 1903...
Unexpectedly, when she attempts to open the book for a peek inside, the cover falls haphazardly out of her hands despite her frantic attempts to regain a hold, it falling to the floor in a majestic heap of pages, thankfully still bound together. Ugh, maybe I could have caught that if I could fly, too. Her growing exasperation with herself continues while she climbs down the stepladder and picks back up the book.
... 昔話 ~ 石切り... "The Folktale of The Stone-Cutter"...
The page she finds it landed on was the beginning of a fairy tale that was very popular in eastern culture for a long period, one of many stories collected from around the world to be found in this book. Before she knew it, she found herself turning page after page until she finished reading it. Then she quickly read it again, wonder in her eyes at what she was reading.
Was she really being taught something as relevant to her current inconvenience as this?]
"Young lady, are you alright?"
[With a start, just as she closes the book, she reflexively looks toward the source of the question, some aisles behind her. Oh no, I kept him waiting! She rushes to the end of the aisle just as the old man from earlier comes into view, deeply bowing her head and offering an apology in her best formal tone, not wanting the witch to reprimand her for negligence of their patrons.] I am so sorry for the wait, I was taking a long time.
"Hahaha, it is quite alright. That is it, then?"
Yes, here you are, please borrow it for as long as you need.
[The spirit opens his sleeves to let a hand take the book from the outstretched arms of the librarian girl, chuckling to himself as he skims through the book. The girl gets a feeling that this is indeed the book he was looking for, as he seems satisfied. He closes the book with a grin.] "Well, I'll be checking out this book, thank you, little one."
Of course. Please walk this way then, so we can sign the book out for you, ojii-san. [She leads the spirit back to the counter, finding her once-inconvenient normal body just a little less of a problem now, even as she climbed the rungs of her tall seat. Maybe there was a good use for her as she is, as a librarian or simply the little girl in her loving family.
Reaching for a writing instrument and the sign-out sheet, she sets both on the counter in front of the spirit. As he writes, he remarks in an amused manner.] "I had heard that someone collected folklore from our part of the world, so I wanted to see their version of my story. I wonder how well they did in conveying its meaning..." [He hands them both back to Sei, who checks the name—
Sanshin: Mountain... Spirit...]
"Well, looking at you, maybe it did a good job after all, huhuhu..." [Looking up to stare at the old man, the young girl's eyes open wide in realization. That book, it did not fall out of my hands on its own...! Come to think of it, there was a a barely-noticable rattle of her stepladder right before that.] "I'll be going now. Farewell, obake-chan."
... [Her expression softens into a grin of her own, finding herself more appreciative of that name than before. She bows deeply.] Thank you very much for your patronage here, Sanshin-san!
While she busies herself with one such book, an Encyclopedia of Youkai (due to having been referred to by one of the patrons in her earlier tours as an 'obake', or shapeshifting youkai), the doorway into the library extension darkens. She lifts her head to study the form of a spirit moving towards the counter: The long, thin beard of what looks like a revered old man covers the front of his red garb, arms folded inside the sleeves. She puts on a smile to welcome the guest cheerfully and bows.] Welcome to the Great Library of the Museum of Koriko, ojii-san! What could I do for you this day?
[The spirit, warmed by the little girl's greeting, returns the bow.] "Excuse me, dear child... I am looking for a book called 'The Crimson Fairy Book'..."
Ah, let me go look for you! Just one moment, please! [Sei climbs down the rather-tall seat custom-made for her cautiously before moving briskly towards the aisles of books further towards the back of the spacious room. She walks past different sections, tablets conveying legends of great myths, scrolls artistically depicting tales or detailing epics, and lastly more modern, books. But why is an ancient spirit interested in something like that? Wonders never cease.
She drags a nearby rolling stepladder to the proper area once she's pinpointed the book's general location and begins climbing it towards her target row. Taking the red-backed book out of its place, she sighs a bit.
If only I could use my «Navigation Pixie» form, this would be a lot more convenient... but I need to be this way just to even hold one of these things. Naturally she liked being a pixie more, for it tended to have many more conveniences, but the labor required of her in the library made use of her normal body a necessity. Still, it would be nice to be this size as one. Such is a feeling she often experiences here.
Her eyes pan to the book in her hand: on the cover was drawn a depiction of a triumphant swordsman standing over the body of a decapitated dragon that was still struggling at its death, with a formation of faeries overhead, led by a large fairy queen trapped in what looked like a crystal prison. She couldn't help but think of Papa and Mama back during that time in «ALfheim Online». First printing of 10,000 copies, 1903...
Unexpectedly, when she attempts to open the book for a peek inside, the cover falls haphazardly out of her hands despite her frantic attempts to regain a hold, it falling to the floor in a majestic heap of pages, thankfully still bound together. Ugh, maybe I could have caught that if I could fly, too. Her growing exasperation with herself continues while she climbs down the stepladder and picks back up the book.
... 昔話 ~ 石切り... "The Folktale of The Stone-Cutter"...
The page she finds it landed on was the beginning of a fairy tale that was very popular in eastern culture for a long period, one of many stories collected from around the world to be found in this book. Before she knew it, she found herself turning page after page until she finished reading it. Then she quickly read it again, wonder in her eyes at what she was reading.
Was she really being taught something as relevant to her current inconvenience as this?]
"Young lady, are you alright?"
[With a start, just as she closes the book, she reflexively looks toward the source of the question, some aisles behind her. Oh no, I kept him waiting! She rushes to the end of the aisle just as the old man from earlier comes into view, deeply bowing her head and offering an apology in her best formal tone, not wanting the witch to reprimand her for negligence of their patrons.] I am so sorry for the wait, I was taking a long time.
"Hahaha, it is quite alright. That is it, then?"
Yes, here you are, please borrow it for as long as you need.
[The spirit opens his sleeves to let a hand take the book from the outstretched arms of the librarian girl, chuckling to himself as he skims through the book. The girl gets a feeling that this is indeed the book he was looking for, as he seems satisfied. He closes the book with a grin.] "Well, I'll be checking out this book, thank you, little one."
Of course. Please walk this way then, so we can sign the book out for you, ojii-san. [She leads the spirit back to the counter, finding her once-inconvenient normal body just a little less of a problem now, even as she climbed the rungs of her tall seat. Maybe there was a good use for her as she is, as a librarian or simply the little girl in her loving family.
Reaching for a writing instrument and the sign-out sheet, she sets both on the counter in front of the spirit. As he writes, he remarks in an amused manner.] "I had heard that someone collected folklore from our part of the world, so I wanted to see their version of my story. I wonder how well they did in conveying its meaning..." [He hands them both back to Sei, who checks the name—
Sanshin: Mountain... Spirit...]
"Well, looking at you, maybe it did a good job after all, huhuhu..." [Looking up to stare at the old man, the young girl's eyes open wide in realization. That book, it did not fall out of my hands on its own...! Come to think of it, there was a a barely-noticable rattle of her stepladder right before that.] "I'll be going now. Farewell, obake-chan."
... [Her expression softens into a grin of her own, finding herself more appreciative of that name than before. She bows deeply.] Thank you very much for your patronage here, Sanshin-san!