It was unlike Stemma to enter an... establishment such as this. Ran by a lowblood, entertaining the consumption of fellow dirt-eating warmbloods, and a pock mark on the grander society of Four Fronds, too. Still, her curiosity did get the best of her every once in a while, when she had the time to indulge it.
"Certainly a thrift store in Four Fronds is better than one in
Chittentown, Krampa," Stemma argued, though more to herself than to her lusus. Krampa was quite certain he could keep his charge safe in any situation. Taking his hand, she entered the store on a heightened alert, only to relax slightly when she found the book section.
Absolutely delightful! Stemma was excited to find that her curiosity was not unfounded. Interesting tomes that had lived many years. She of course had to be careful not to pick up any old propaganda, but she was fairly certain Krampa would also warn her if she picked up such a thing.
She reached for an old, thick book with an almost illegible cover.
Fantastic Flora, Fauna, and other Natural Things, she finally deciphered. Curious, she opened to some of the middle pages, quickly determining if the material was appropriate to her standards. She was about to flip one of the thick pages, when she felt herself rudely shoved to the side.
Bristling, she whipped around to confront what she assumed would be a
rude lowblood. She gave a scoff, giving the troll a once-over and closing her book with an exaggerated clap. She couldn't see any hints of hemotyping on the troll before her, which put her on edge. Still, the other girl spoke to her with a tone of demand unlike that of lowbloods or even midbloods. And to be wearing that much cloth? She had to have some considerable status. Perhaps she didn't need to leave the premises immediately. For now, she'd test the waters, and test this other girl's mettle.
"It would be in your best interest to
mind your step." Stemma advised, generally polite but with a hint of venom punctuating her words. "You don't know what kind of troll you might bump into," Stemma fluttered her eyelashes, smiling dangerously. Hovering over the two, Krampa procured the book in question with a stern delicateness that was all too common for the lusus. He handed it to Gourdi with a gruff, standing defensively behind his charge.
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