[near the back, some shelves have fallen over, dominoed into each other. That must have been from the original fallout. she browses the shelves, now that she's alone, hovering a little more obviously. She stretches her arms over her head, careful not to poke out over the top of the shelves, but it feels so nice to use her powers again after having to be so careful.
she's looking for anything, really, in the vaguely-labeled muslin skins wound around the books. a history of the place maybe, something written by these natives here with them, or if not them, their parents. Anything with more details about where they are. she keeps digging, floating from shelf to shelf in the quiet.]
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she's looking for anything, really, in the vaguely-labeled muslin skins wound around the books. a history of the place maybe, something written by these natives here with them, or if not them, their parents. Anything with more details about where they are. she keeps digging, floating from shelf to shelf in the quiet.]