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Ye old book shoppe [Open like an open book]

"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 finger, looking at the dust with a wrinkled nose, and then wipes her finger against her new skirt.

"Why is every book in this place filthy with dust particles?"

When she looks back at the shelf, her eyebrows raise. The dust had been covering the 'M' and the 'S' on the book's binding. She pulls out the book and lets it drop into her hands, a bit of dust rising in the air. She brings her hand to her mouth to cover her coughing fit.

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Wanda was in the next section but she heard Nura speak. "I like it. I think it gives it character." Wanda walked over to Nura. It wasn't like she had found a book that caught her interest.

Books! Real books, made of paper and ink! Hunter is fully prepared to spend most of his money in here, although he did pick up some essentials early in the trip.

"Are you okay?" Hunter asks from the nonfiction section, turning his head in the direction of the woman having a coughing fit. It was probably just the result of the dust (and since she was coughing as opposed to choking silently, she was probably fine), but it couldn't hurt to check.

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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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Nura turns her head, coughing into the bend of her arm (she was brought up to be a considerate young lady), eyelids lowering halfway over her watery eyes.

"I'm just not-" she coughs. "-used to dust particles lingering on objects."

Wanda put a hand on Nura's back, smiling gently. "I guess character isn't for everyone. Do you need to go outside?"

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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..."

"Do you want me to shake it out for you first? May I see?" She held out her hands.

Nura puts the tome into Wanda's able hands. "I'm not sure there's anything that can be done about it..."

Wanda paused to examine it. "Frankenstein? I've never read it." She turned the book over and flipped gently through the pages, letting the dust fall to the floor. "I think my husband would find it both very amusing and incredibly depressing." There was a faint smile on her face.

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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."

"I'm not too familiar with the story other than how Frankenstein is created and that he dies in the end, correct?" She paused to blow down the spine of the book, apparently too hard as it sent up a small dust cloud. "Oh! Sorry. Maybe I shouldn't try this now."

"I think there's more to the story that that," Nura says, waving her hand at the cloud of dust. "But that is in there, yes."

"There would have to be with how many pages there are." Wanda flipped through it one last time before turning away from Nura to shake it gently.

"So you must be in here for some other reason than helping a girl out with dust particles on books," Nura says nonchalantly, leaning against the side of the bookshelf.

"Not that it's any of my business, but are you looking for good reads as well?"

Wanda sighed. "Yes, although I'm not having much luck. I'm not sure what I want. I think I am looking and not buying today."

Nura nods, reaching up and brushing back a white lock of hair. "That's sensible. Take the time to look for a bit and then purchase your goods." She blushes lightly. "I'm more of a 'at a whim' girl."

Wanda smiled wryly. "I did not have much money through out my childhood." An understatement. She grew up in poverty, and homeless in her teen years. "It's hard for my to buy on a whim." But not impossible, especially when she was shopping with Jan. The way that woman threw money away...

"I didn't really have a childhood at all," Nura says grimly. "It was nothing but books and orders throughout my young days." It stings right where it hurts that she cannot call her days as a child childhood.

"I'm grateful for the years I had with my parents, even if they were short." Her adoptive parents anyway. "The rest I wouldn't mind forgetting."

"Same for me except not really the same thing," she omits.

Wanda quirked her eyebrows at her. "Oh?"

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"Well, my parents were incredibly strict. They had all these plans for me. Plans that I did not have much of a say in."

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Ye old book shoppe [Open like an open book]

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'ello~ Wanda!

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