[Introduction] Little Lost Brat Prince

[prinzwolfiechan]

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[vizir_daughter]

Should Prinz Wolfram wander in the Mansion, he might come across a young lady curled up in the library with a book. She's reading, against her best wisdom, Carmina, which is, in all earnest, giving her the shivers.

But she has her reasons for doing this.

Of course she does.

[prinzwolfiechan]

Wolfram might not be the most scholarly type, but he wants to know the lay of the Mansion and so he is setting forth to examine every room that will admit him, including the library.

Which is when he spies the young lady, approaching her and eying the book. "Are you the resident scholar of this place?" he asks.

[vizir_daughter]

Scheherazade looks up at the young man, and blinks. "... I beg your pardon?" She didn't really pay attention to the whole question - she was very focused on her reading.

[prinzwolfiechan]

"Didn't you hear me the first time?" he snips. "I asked you if you are the resident scholar here."

There is a part of him that figures he may have to delve into some of the writings in the library here to make sense of the Mansion. He's likely not making a good first impression, though.

[vizir_daughter]

"I did not, I'm sorry," Scheherazade replies politely as she marks her page and closes the book. "I suppose I am one of them - were you looking for assistance within the library?"

He's disturbing her, mind you, but she's polite, well educated, and will very simply strive to ignore his arrogant tone or lack of courtesy. From her point of view, he is very impolite.

[prinzwolfiechan]

"Do you have any books on the history of this Mansion, or who built it? I mean to learn as much as I can about it and soon," he says, a bit less brusquely than before.

[vizir_daughter]

Scheherazade's eyebrows go up - the imperious tone is getting better, but the question takes her slightly off guard.

"I don't think I've ever seen any about," she replies. "But as I am only a user like you, do feel free to browse the shelves. There is no keeper here."

[prinzwolfiechan]

Wolfram raises his eyebrows, but he's still frowning a bit. "No keeper? How then is this place so well-tended? This is a human world, isn't it? How can there be magic at work?"

[vizir_daughter]

Scheherazade smiles a little. "Hush, hush," she says soothingly. "This is the world of tales. Anything is possible, here."

[prinzwolfiechan]

Wolfram looks puzzled. "The world of tales? I've never heard of such a place; is this some region of the human world?"

[vizir_daughter]

Scheherazade doesn't even know what to do with this. "--- I don't exactly know what you mean by the human world, so... perhaps?"

[prinzwolfiechan]

"The human world is the world where the humans live, where magic isn't common," he replies, stiffly. At least it's better than snapping at her.

[vizir_daughter]

"I see," Scheherazade replies. "Then I would indeed agree that this is not it - magic is common here, as are magic beings."

[prinzwolfiechan]

He looks at her puzzled. "How is that possible? In my world, only demons or humans possessed of esoteric stones are capable of magic, and in the human world, there is little visible magic?" He pauses, then asks, much less stiffly, "That would mean this world is outside of either place."

[vizir_daughter]

"I suppose," Scheherazade replies, shrugging. "This place is only one of many - there very likely are others. At least one more which I can attest to, and one of which I have heard."

[prinzwolfiechan]

He ponders this, his chin resting on the knuckles of one fist. "I see... Is it known how many of these other worlds there are, or are they as numerous as the stars?" This isn't a completely new concept, but that there might be myriads of worlds out there and that he could have fallen into any one of them is staggering.