Let's Talk like Grown Women (Social/Chiyo)

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When Sorano had asked where the best library in the word as many years ago, the answer had never stopped pounding through her head. She had visited several times before, but the Oak Town Library was still one of the most amazing places she had ever been in. Practically floating down the aisle in enjoyment the books that lined the shelves, the emotionless girl picked a few and hurried to find a seat. Here, she blinked surely as she realized she had temporarily let her guard down. After all, she could barely help it! After all, here she was. A letter mage, in a library! All the books she could want! This was basically heaven to her! Still, she tugged lightly on her sleeve, making sure the guild symbol was completely covered before she returns to reading.

After Fairy Tail had turned dark, she had been extra careful. She wasn't sure how people would react, knowing she was the member of a once loved and adored guild that was now hated by magic council. Ah, well, as long as she's careful, she would be okay. Hopefully people wouldn't feel right, attacking a kid...right?

GRACE UNDER FIRE

The letter mage glanced up in surprise as something jostled her seat, having been too engrossed in her book to sense the aura of the figure walking down the aisle. A woman with long flowing hair quickly bent to pick up the books, looking very flustered. Clothed in an outfit that was too showy for Sorano's liking, she had a white jacket draped over it with an interesting symbol stitched on the back. A gang or clan, most likely. You found the weirdest looking gang members these days. Feeling her rules on politeness sticking a needle in her brain, Sorano quickly reassured the woman. "Ah, it's fine, it's fine! I'm alright," she said in a light tone, bending to reach for a book.

As she picked it up, she couldn't help but take peek at the cover. "Ah... advanced magic theory, hm? Honestly, I believe the original volume in the tongue of the werecats is more enlightening, but I suppose it would be difficult for you to read the ancient languages of such a discreet species, hm?" Sorano couldn't help but comment on the tome. Usually a fairly quiet person, the letter mage's tongue always loosed itself from the steel traps guarding it when the conversation turned to books. The greatest competition any young man would have for her love was a perfect tie between her emotionlessness, and of course, her precious books. Little mattered more in the world to her.