Martin enters the library sporting several fierce looking scratches on his cheek and hands, the rest of him is hidden from sight under his clothes
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Glinda looked up, seeing the man. Well, more specifically, hearing the man. She made her way over.
"Not that I'm against any excitement in the mutified place, but may I be of assistance?" She asked, noticing the scratches, "Oh, dear, how did that happen?" She asked.
Martin gives her a sheepish look, somewhat embarrassed by his exclamation.
Then he notices her look and of course just being reminded of the big scratch on his cheek is enough to make it itch again so he raises his hand and rubs it.
"Ahm, I'm sorry for shouting. I just can't seem to get at the book that might help me figure out just how, or why this happened." The how is quite clear to Martin, but he's here to find out where he went wrong.
Realising that's not much of an explanation he adds, "I - I got a cat recently. And I must have angered it somehow. But I don't know what I did wrong, so I came here looking for a book on how to be a cat owner and there's this book on domestic cats but..." he points at the top shelf helplessly. He doesn't see how this petite woman might be able to help, either. Unless she knows where they keep a ladder in here.
"They make books for that? With all the books my wife loves to read, you'd have thought she told me," Glinda said, concentrating. A small bubble formed around her, and she floated up to get it. See, those magic classes were paying off. She floated down, disolving it, "I wish she had. She has a kitty, and the kitty didn't like me at first, either."
Martin stares, mouth hanging open. He's never seen magic like that before. And though he's even been teleported since he got here, the floating bubble surely is a different thing. It's visual, which has a greater impact on him somehow.
"How - how did you do that?!"
And why can so many people here fly or levitate or whatever and make a pilot feel even more obsolete than a village without planes already does?
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"Not that I'm against any excitement in the mutified place, but may I be of assistance?" She asked, noticing the scratches, "Oh, dear, how did that happen?" She asked.
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Then he notices her look and of course just being reminded of the big scratch on his cheek is enough to make it itch again so he raises his hand and rubs it.
"Ahm, I'm sorry for shouting. I just can't seem to get at the book that might help me figure out just how, or why this happened." The how is quite clear to Martin, but he's here to find out where he went wrong.
Realising that's not much of an explanation he adds, "I - I got a cat recently. And I must have angered it somehow. But I don't know what I did wrong, so I came here looking for a book on how to be a cat owner and there's this book on domestic cats but..." he points at the top shelf helplessly. He doesn't see how this petite woman might be able to help, either. Unless she knows where they keep a ladder in here.
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"How - how did you do that?!"
And why can so many people here fly or levitate or whatever and make a pilot feel even more obsolete than a village without planes already does?
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