((The Wednesday Triple: page 3 of 3))
“Ibai, what are you--?” But Emiliana didn’t get to finish her thought.
The bookcase next to them exploded into a flurry of pages that went straight for the middle-aged Rainlord.
But he wasn’t there anymore. “Hey, this one looks interesting,” came his voice from behind Emiliana and Germal, making them both turn. He pulled a book off the shelf there, and it exploded, too. But still not in time to catch him, apparently. “A History of Worms and Greatworms, by Leonardo Erickson.” He was standing next to her again. “I think I’ve heard of him. He was a famous Vanguardian scholar, wasn’t he?”
Another explosion of books arrived. It missed Ibai again, but Emiliana caught some of it instead and earned herself several enormous paper cuts extending all the way up her right arm.
“Oh!” Ibai bit his lip as he observed her from yet another new angle. “I’m terribly sorry about that. Maybe we should talk somewhere else.”
“Yes, maybe we should,” she said, wincing and nursing her arm. She would’ve liked to have that heightened pain tolerance that Germal was talking about earlier.
He avoided another flurry of books and paper. “Okay!” he said. “We’ll catch up later! I’ll show you all the cool books I found!”
“Do try to be careful, please.”
“Aha! Sure thing!” He paused. “Oh, but wait, here! You might like this one!” He offered her a book titled The Many Mysteries of Mutation, by Agam Elroy.
And she very nearly took it from him before catching herself. “If I take that from you, the Library will come after me, too!”
“Yes! Didn’t you know that was why it was trying to kill you?!”
“Huh. I thought it just didn’t like me.”
“No! You need to put those books back or get permission from the Keeper of the Library!”
“Aw, do I have to?”