Old Books and Ancient Beings
[[closed starter for vardii]]
Little Words book shop. So this was the place. It was all well and good having a shop with an entrance tied to dimensional doors across the galaxy, but when it started interfering with universal causality, Eternitarion had to step in. A place like this was surely more suited to his colleague Sancrosaset, but that tosser had found some other job to tie up his time, as usual.
Still, at least the dimensional doors meant that Eternitarion wouldn’t have to materialise in front of anybody. He could just walk in through the door. Much preferable.
The moment he pushed the door open, he was hit with a thousand new yet familiar sensations. Old books, countless human scents, dim electric lighting; Earth dust swirled through the air, owl down littered the carpeted floor; trace amounts of bodily fluid dirt coated the various surfaces of the shop through grubby fingerprints and stains that had been thought cleaned years ago; a couple of creatures that were undetectable to humans were browsing the shelves. All and more was visible to Eternitarion’s strange gemstone eyes in a cursory glance as he walked over to the counter at the back of the store.
He looked at the owl with an unreadable expression for a moment, before smiling, showing off his stark white fangs.
“You must be Owlie. Is your master about?”
