OOM: Her Majesty Lemia Ausa

[herr_bookman]

Autor steeled himself before opening the door--a thin wooden barrier separating him from the second largest library on the moon. He knew it was certainly not as expansive as the one back at ho--er, Milliways--but this one boasted enough books that it would theoretically take a person a thousand years to read.

It just wouldn't do to drool on Lemia Ausa's carpet, so he held his breath as he opened the door to face her and her national collection of words.

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[herr_bookman]

"Equals," he murmurs, and the idea that letting her cluck once in a while might not be a bad thing solidifies in his head. How annoying, though! I guess it can't be helped.

He regards the elder Ausa at his side briefly, a little ashamed at his embarrassment at her swearing. Mia isn't the only one left lonely by this, is she?

Turning back to the papers, he whips through them at a fast clip--and then again, and again. On the fourth time, he teases out more than just grammatical issues, but logic problems, as well. He has to restrain himself from crossing out most of the empty flattery, but he does have a good laugh at all of it.

When he finishes, he seeks out Lemia, grinning. "I've learned a great deal today about Lunar and Vane. Primarily, brown-nosing crosses any language barrier."

[gorgonfondness]

Lemia softly chuckles and adds, "Sounds about right. Anything else?"

[herr_bookman]

Autor rattles off a list of facts which essentially confirm what he knew in the books, except for one interesting paper pointing out the various food stalls around the city.

"All but this one are fairly dry," he says, "which is fine, but she would be benefit most from instruction in sentence structure. This person is fine, this one is fine, but him... He has a basic grasp of syntax, but he really needs to go back and broaden his vocabulary."

Then he leans back and raises a brow. "All of which you know already."

[gorgonfondness]

Lemia rewards Autor with an approving nod.

"It looks like you're going to work out fine here. And we should probably get something to eat before you end up forgetting."

[herr_bookman]

"Oh, but I don't--" he says, turning his head from the shelves to her face.

She really does look just like Mia, he thinks, and sighs. Lemia's words were true: he had forgotten about eating, and wasn't planning on it for quite some time, if at all, today.

He holds the door open for her, as resigned to letting the Ausa women cluck over him as cheerfully as he can be.