#adventurousfluffs

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"Managed chaos can be a little fun from time to time.. Who knows, maybe I could show you the city of dragons next time you're on our world." Alexander would look over to the other two as they approached. He kind of thought they'd be on their way by now. Kabartmak would look up from a book as he said, "My process of casting the spell to make a door between worlds wherever we happen to be, even though it will be temporary, is still relatively new. It will take me a little longer to 'hook onto' the anchor I left behind, but once i'm done, it should last long enough for the two of you to have finish your walk or have cup of tea or something."

"A city of dragons?" Now that sounded interesting. If they were anything like the dragons from this world, a whole city of them seemed like a cool place! Turning her attention to the smaller foxes, she couldn't help but smile at the thought. "I can't wait." If Kabartmak could work on a way of lengthening the spell over time, maybe she could stop in whenever she liked to say hello!

For now though, she was content enough to just have this time with her beloved fox friends.

"Did any ideas come to mind on how to help Pan? I know you'd need to see him first, but if he's connected to the forest, perhaps that could give you some ideas ahead of time?"

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     The citizen had her hands full of groceries. She could barely peek over her paper bags. As she went down the path to her and Shigaraki’s home, she stumbled into someone. The moment she felt herself bump into someone, she stopped herself from tripping.

    “O-oh I’m sorry! I didn’t see you, aha! I can’t see anything!”

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     “I’ve never seen anything like you before,” the beast said as he examined the fox. “What are you exactly?”

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Oh.. He didn't mean to cause them grief from thinking about the past. Not his best choice of words, but it did give him something else to potentially offer, since the cleric spell was off the table. This library was so incredible, he would likely feel the need to repay them for having potential access to it. "That.. Might be something I can help with as well, but it would take time and a lot of work. You see, on my world, there is a spell known as Scrying, that lets the caster see and hear the area around someone far away. It is limited, however, in that it only functions upon the same plane of existence." He would get up and stretch a bit before seemingly being 'picked up' and placed on the table. It was likely a form of telekinesis that made it so he didn't have to try and jump up. He knew talking about other things might help ease her mind, but having something soft closer to them also might help. He may be an old wizard, but he didn't have such an ego that would prevent him from comforting someone with his fluffy self. "Now, there is already a higher tier version of the Scrying spell, Greater Scrying, but it simply allows the use of various detection magics to operate through it and lasts longer. I would likely need to combine my World Bridge spell with an even higher tier version of Scrying to be able to offer something that might be able to at least see your brother. It would in no way allow communication, and likely be a tier above what mortals are capable of on a daily basis. World Bridge is 9th tier. This would likely break into the 10th tier of magic, which requires... Excessive.. amounts of preparation."

As the offer was given and she thought about it, she followed along for the most part of what he was saying. Finally, a nod comes from her and she speaks; 'I think... I would like to try this, but I am willing to wait.' She respond softly through the mental link they now shared. 'I saw... my mother die. I didn't see what happened to my brother. If... If you could provide this answer for me, I would be... most grateful.'

The Library seems to hum to life at this and she looks up at it, as if interpreting something only she could understand. '... In return, the Library I think is willing to... let you browse its contents at... your leisure. I think... it's also thanking you as well.' She offers a soft smile then and looks to Kabartmak, carefully and slowly reaching out to just behind his ear to gently scratch.

She's careful not to do so for too long, but it's clear her cuteness aggression is abated with this small act. 'You... are welcome to come back here at any time. In return... I will read the books you suggested, and... perhaps we can talk about it when you return?'

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The old fox would continue to watch from where he had settled. He could probably be looking around the library or something right now, but he didn't want to seem rude and wander off without notice. "It remains to be seen if I could even return here. The library seems to be alive, so there is a chance that it finds a way to reject the World Bridge spell.. Or, it could make it easier for the spell to anchor. Only time will tell. If I return and bring the young cleric, I will make sure to instruct him not to do things without permission." He had to think through the reasoning a bit. A way to put the norms of his world into words that didn't sound weird.. It was probably a lot easier than he thought, he was just overthinking it. "On my world, healing is free. The only limit is what tier of magic the local cleric is capable of. Almost all mundane injury or disease can be fixed with magics of tier three or below. For things like a lost limb, even that is possible, but requires the seventh tier Regenerate spell, which even that has no material cost. It is simply something only high tier adventurers and a king's personal cleric might have." He wanted to lay out the context of how healing works first, maybe that would help? He didn't really know, he hadn't talked about something like this before. "It's not bad, per se, that someone cannot hear. It is more the view of those around the individual. . When the option to simply have the local clergy wave a hand and say a prayer to heal someone is right there, what reason is there to make someone live with it? Thus, if someone of my world specifically was raised to believe it was something they Must live with, barring some fringe reason like religion, those around them would assume those who raised them were abusing their power over that individual." He would wait a moment before adding. "Your family never had the option of magic healing, or so I would assume, so your world view is different. . A lot of these world views are going to come down to what is possible on any given world."

As she eats and drinks her tea, she responds to him through the telepathic connection. '... I know a bit of how the Library works with outsiders. Honestly... it's only half-complicated, though. I... have to ask the Library to be able to let someone in... if I want to see them again.' She pauses. '... In my time with the Library, I know... there are two ways to access it by 'accident'... so to speak. I will tell you that I think... the way you even got here... is the fact you have a strong penchant for magic.'

There was another way, but again, these were at best all theories. Even after so many years, she still didn't understand the Library itself or who even made it.

His reasonings on his own world had her curious. 'I'm sure it's not, but... it sounds like wherever you're from... people care about others. I... I can appreciate that.' Her shyness peeks through in the ways she talks and how she only holds eye contact for certain amounts of time. At the mention of her family, by now, she's done eating so she clears it away and heads to a sink nearby to wash it.

'... My mother was... the previous Librarian. My brother... I don't know where he is. I don't even know if he's alive.' There was a sadness to her tone there. 'My mother... I at least got to be with her... when she passed, but... one day my brother was here, and the next he simply wasn't.' She doesn't let the fox see the few tears that appeared. Instead, she blinks them back and once she's done cleaning her dishes, she turns to him. 'My mother was... a woman with the resolution of the sun. A force of nature. My brother was...' Her lips quirk in amusement.

'He was... the best way to put it, a catty individual. He... had a penchant for... being dramatic, but... he always made sure to know I was loved. He never treated me any differently with me being deaf... In fact he insisted on being there to protect me... if anyone did.' A wistful look passed on her features. '... I miss them very much.'

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Kabartmak would let out an old man chuckle. He seemed to find humor in the situation, and it was definitely a positive chuckle. There were so many things that other worlds were going to have that were different, but he didn't expect a point of view like this. "It is certainly a good thing I didn't ask another to scout where the bridge connected to. I know a young cleric who would've cast the spell in the exact second after you mentioned your state. Don't hold it against him though, he is young and . . Let's say, rather Zealous about healing anyone and everyone." The old fox would find a nice spot to, as the kids put it, 'loaf'. He would just refer to it as lounging or something. Kids these days were always coming up with some new word for old things. "I am fine, thank you for the offer though. It is rather interesting, the difference between your world view and the standard of mine. A view like that would be seen as a sign of abuse, whether it be from a caretaker or someone in a position of power. . I wonder if there are any phenomena on my world that have been normalized that would seem rather wrong on other worlds."

A smile forms at her lips then at the mention of this friend of his. '... I think I should like very much to meet this friend of yours, if you return.' She knew the fox couldn't stay. She wasn't sure how she was going to send him back, but that could wait till after dinner.

Seating herself at the table nearby with him, she listens to what he has to say, her head tilting. '... I'm afraid I don't understand. Why is it considered... something bad?' She had always been taught by her mother and brother there was nothing wrong with her disability. In fact, calling it a disability wasn't exactly right in her eyes.

It was simply a part of her, and she was okay with it.

'... I cannot say if there is any phenomena that would be... considered different... but if you looked in this library long enough, you might find something.'

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"In regards to the forms of communication you were given, I would agree. . It kind of goes doubly so for someone like me. A bit difficult to read the lips of a fox, right?" This was his attempt at humor. More or less it was just something to pass the time, keep the conversation positive. He did wonder how his magic would affect her body though, with how much latent potential she had. "On my world, the only people who cannot hear are those with great injury. We have magic that can cure both natural and magical deafness and blindness. That spell however cannot return someone's eyes and ears if they have been physically destroyed. Something like that requires a much higher tier of magic." He would summon a Mage Hand and have it start fishing around in a pocket vault as he continued. "While the magic is of divine origin, not arcane, I am capable of using a magic item to re-produce the spell if you would like me to."

'Well, yes, but my point stands since you asked.' She reasons as she continues her preparations for dinner. The humor did go over her head a bit with that one, only realizing a second later after replying what he meant -- for now, she rolls with her answer. As he goes onto talk about how there's a cure for deafness and blindness, she listens intently. Ava, fortunately, was not going to bite his head off for talking about it.

Instead, she just continues her cooking, responding softly; 'You shouldn't fix what isn't broken.' She looks to him. 'I understand where you're from that this might be the norm -- at least it seems this way -- but... I don't need to be repaired. I'm content and fine as I am.' She reassures. 'Thank you for offering, however.' She offers a rare smile and then goes back to cooking.

It takes her about thirty minutes before she's finished and once done, a bowl of stew is available. 'Are you sure you don't need dinner? I'm happy to share.'

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If he was allowed to, Kabartmak would follow along, observing everything and the location. It was certainly interesting. How they survived on just a nice little garden was certainly curious, but magic was nice like that. The space below the garden was nice too, so while she did what she needed to, that's what he would be studying. Once she started going back up, he'd follow, not wishing to be rude by sticking around in a place that was obviously hidden. There was something that he had also been curious about this whole time, so now would probably be an okay time to ask through telepathy. "So, are you naturally unable to speak and or hear, or is there a sound nullification magic applied throughout this place? It kinda sounds like something I would do if I made a library and just wanted peace and quiet within it."

His question is met with a soft patience; 'I was born Deaf. I didn't know I was any different until I was three.' She leads the way to a room that's smaller then the rest so far with a small makeshift kitchen. It has all the things needed to prepare three meals a day and isn't over the top gourmet style food, but Ava's alright with that.

'My mother and my brother taught me what forms of communication I would need to survive here in Sign Language, Writing, Reading, and Lip-Reading before they left.' She hesitates a moment at that. 'I miss them dearly, but I know that they're happy with their destinations, so I take comfort in that.' She doesn't mention her adopted father, but she's not entirely alone because of him.

'Most of what they taught me goes underutilized. It isn't often the Library has guests, you see.' She's by now chopping up a Daikon Radish and some Cucumbers carefully and precisely. Water is set to boil nearby and the scent of food in general fills the air.