Early in Cloverleaf-era
Sometimes, Cya thought her power had a sense of humor.
She'd learned how to craft specific Find requests, because, if she wasn't looking for something or someone specific (“nearest unbroken Bleach DVD;” “Leo”), her power had a bad habit of leading her on wild goose chases.
Like today. Like “nearest cache of intact, unclaimed books in an accessible-by-me location, with at least two times the number of unique, intact books as the hours I drive to get there.”
Almost every one of those clauses, she'd added on after learning the hard way that her power could be painfully literal.
Today... today she was staring down at a 45-degree incline that had once been the floor of this library. From the looks of things, it had been tolerably sheltered from weather - this area wasn't as cold or as wet as Cloverleaf, but it still did get precipitation - and peering down and over, she was pretty sure she'd be able to get more than the required 16 books out of here.
But first, she had to get down there, gather the books, and get back up.
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