"Hmmm...is that an 'M' or an 'N'? Nary Elley? No..."
Nura drums her nails on the bookshelf's sixth level idly, tilting her head to peer at the dusty old tomes better, hair spilling onto her shoulders. She rubs the pad of her index finger against the binding of one in particular and feels the dust rub off it and onto her finger. She retracts her
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"Oh-" she coughs twice. "-hey, ho-" she coughs again. "-Wanda." She beats her fist against her chest to cough one last time, this time into the bend of her arm.
She looks up and gives a small smile, eyes watery. "Sorry. We're a little more of amathophobics and cleanliness fanatics in the 31st century."
She wipes her hand against her skirt, thinking that maybe there is some excess dust that she missed the first time.
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"No, no, I'm zeta-awesome. Just not used to the motes of dust. Which is unfortunate for this poor artifact," she sighs with a mournful that would usually be accompanied by a funeral dirge.
She'd banged-up the book a little when she had beat it against her chest to help stop the coughing. "Hopefully it isn't too expensive..."
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"I think Querl would be your husband's twin in book tastes then." Nura brushes a bright lock of hair off of her shoulders, lips quirked in a smile that can relate. "He thought it was for children, though. I wonder why since there is supposed to be some questionable content in the book that never really got OK'd by certain censors."
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"Not that it's any of my business, but are you looking for good reads as well?"
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