[The Shardbinder tugged experimentally at the shelf; there seemed to be more to the design, but the bookshelf was hiding most of it.]
Here, help me pull this out of the way first.
[This man was more than capable enough to help. Once the bookshelf was out of the way, though, the little pink sprite returned--and scooped something out of Miriam's pocket. While the creature often did so, they were usually medicines of some kind. Not Shellphones.]
Hm? What are you doing with that, Carabosse?
[It has a camera function! That Miriam has...never used. She's from 18th century England, cameras are hulking behemoths, not attached to phones.]
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Here, help me pull this out of the way first.
[This man was more than capable enough to help. Once the bookshelf was out of the way, though, the little pink sprite returned--and scooped something out of Miriam's pocket. While the creature often did so, they were usually medicines of some kind. Not Shellphones.]
Hm? What are you doing with that, Carabosse?
[It has a camera function! That Miriam has...never used. She's from 18th century England, cameras are hulking behemoths, not attached to phones.]