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Doctor Romani had come by again, bearing a plethora of sweets, vastly outnumbering the books and a disc of which he also delivered. He had once described the disc as possessing a film; a media of visuals in motion rather than printed on the face of a page. They had taken little time in establishing themselves; the lights dim and the display flickering its various colours and scenes. It was a fantastical journey, chartering the waters and lands of a fictional world, offering sights of which she had viewed only in page and imagination.
Perpetually, there were eyes upon her, so the sensation was no more unusual than breathing the air around, yet there was a weighted watch which instilled in her some alien feeling. On the spot, she twisted, in order to reach a miniature cake — in part an excuse to investigate without leaving the spot — and indeed there was one watching. Donning the appearance of a man who looked equally familiar and not, something of which words could not explain. Shielder passed away before the King of Humans could reveal his form. and yet, there was something... something still unspeakable which drew her to gaze upon him, distracted entirely from the show. “—Doctor?”
