“Ah! It’s Alice!” Dorothy exclaimed. “It’s been a while, hasn’t it?”
As she drove her sword deep through the chest of a minotaur-like being, Dorothy smiled warmly towards the ever stoic, blue haired girl - before twisting the blade, and wrenching it free with a sudden yank.
She paid the fallen beast no further heed, as she turned to face her companion.
“These sure are some unusual Nightmares, huh? Isn’t it great?!”
Spectral beings, who nevertheless writhed - and bled - when struck with normal, corporeal weapons. Tiny men, not unlike munchkins, but with much more angular and feral features. Oversized crabs, with pincers sharp enough to pierce steel. A bonafide unicorn; nothing more needed to be said, to explain why that was intriguing. Ah, and of course, the bull-headed man currently bleeding out on the floor...
So many wonderful specimens, all in one place...
“This section of the Library, too! I don’t think I’ve ever been somewhere like here before! In fact, it doesn’t even look like a library anymore...”
The country born girl - from an age far gone - had little concept of modern civilization. To her, the sights and sounds of the ruined city were not so different from the magical splendor that she had long since become accustomed to.
But oh, Toto... They weren’t in the Library anymore....