How Do You Say... Mar 15, 2020 3:33:05 GMT -6
Post by Kodakai on Mar 15, 2020 3:33:05 GMT -6
It not be a surprise to anyone who knew him that Kodakai's first trip into the city began with buying some books. Silver had loaned him some credits which he promptly brought over to a large bookstore with a variety of topics on display. While it might not be surprising to those who knew him, those who didn't would no doubt be at least a little concerned about a dragon in a book shop. The young woman behind the counter kept looking over at him, but since he hadn't done anything too suspicious, she let him browse in peace, perhaps only because she was afraid to kick him out.
The books about magic drew his attention immediately, but he quickly returned them to the shelf and moved on. As it turned out, humans knew nothing about magic. What a shame. He was actually rather curious to hear about their relationship with it, but he discovered quickly that this was not the place to learn such a thing. Those wishing to enrich humanity's relationship with magic and those wishing to sell a book were two different sets of people, it seemed.
Not to be deterred that easily, Kodakai wandered through the bookstore looking for another topic that caught his eye. People were interested in silly things, he noted. There was entirely too much romance and mountains of books on how to better oneself that were utterly devoid of substance. He wondered if people really were so gullible as to buy an empty promise like that. Apparently so, as more than one had a tag that read 'bestseller'.
While it may seem like a strange choice, he found himself most curious about books intended for children. The way that people told stories for children revealed a lot about their culture. He picked up a few little picture books with cheerful rhyming stories. Rhyming was a novel concept to an outsider like himself. He spoke common, of course, and the idea that some words sounded like others did not escape him, but the way that humans obsessively turned this little facet of language into poetry and even stories meant to entertain children fascinated him. He wanted to own a few such pieces for his collection.
So there he was, a large magical dragon, sitting in the middle of the children's section of a bookstore, having a delightful time flipping through a story book meant for toddlers.