@silversurvival
Do you know what wasn’t fun to get used to? Gravity. What was that all about? Even after all the months here she never stopped feeling its inexorable pull, she’d gone much longer without it, after all. The form their hosts had decided was to be her base didn’t make it any easier either, and neither did all these books.
Don’t get her wrong, books were some of her favourite things, the fun books anyway. But, a box full of books was heavy and moving them to the new Black Lodge was becoming embarrassingly more of a toll than she’d ever fully admit. She huffed mostly in annoyance and partially in exertion, the Lodge wasn’t even supposed to be a static thing and trying to set it up in such a... Rooted way just felt plain wrong. Well, it would do for now, at the very least she needed somewhere to rewrite some old books in peace.
If she could ever get them in there! At the very least it seemed like she wasn’t alone in this street A rather tall gentleman with a fetching coat and some adorable fluffy ears.
“Ah! Excuse me, young man! I don’t suppose you could give me a hand could you?”
“I still have a... Number of these to ferry inside.”