She wasn’t sure the book she had brought was worth a trade any longer.


    There were certainly books in the Pages that had a lot of words in them. Books that had meanings and knowledge she felt she had never gotten a grasp on. Even the smallest of the books that were all words could hold so much that her mind failed to take it all in.


    She felt that now as she looked at the small book Moose held in its hands.


    Once the hand at her back had stopped, she had gathered the energy in an attempt to grab the book Moose had set on the floor between its legs. The attempt had found her mostly lying on its leg instead. As she had reached for the book, she had felt the hand return and resume whatever it had been doing before.


    And just like before she had felt all motivation leave her.


    Luckily for her she had landed in such a way that the small book in Moose’s hand was clearly visible to her. That hadn’t been her plan, or really any plan, but she would take the victory for what it was. Especially as Moose slowly added more words to the book.


    There was a near constant rumble going through her at the time, Moose speaking many words, though she didn’t know if they were meant for her or just another spell that was being cast. Her position and whatever the hand was doing making those rumbles turn into even more tingles. She did her best to listen to each word that was spoken, but the words in the book were far more interesting.


    She could read some of them.


    Those words seemed to offend Moose though. It spent a long time in what seemed to be an attempt to change those words. She had seen some of the letters that were being used before but had never seen them made into full words. Which was what Moose seemed to be doing. She didn’t know what was wrong with the words the way they started, but as Moose had yet to do anything that didn’t turn out well, at least for it, she felt a need to pay attention. Or to at least try.


    She was having a very hard time keeping her eyes open.


    Between the warmth flowing into her from her spot on Moose’s leg, whatever was happening to her back, the lack of motivation and a desire to simply ‘let go’, keeping her eyes open was a serious battle all on its own. When Moose finally rose, it took her a moment to even realize she had been moved back to the soft floor. As it banished most of the light from its lair, it seemed to wait near the opening in the wall for a moment. Though what it was waiting for escaped her. As the wall was magicked back into place, Moose returned to its nest after placing the small book into the blanket creation.


    You could be reading stolen content. Head to Royal Road for the genuine story.


    She debated what to do for what seemed like a long time.


    What would Moose do if she tried to take any of the books?


    She was fairly sure she could move the books she had brought without issue. Moose had not seemed to care what she did with them. As her recent experience had shaken her belief in their value, that could very well be the case. They held nothing that Moose wanted so why would it care what she did with them. It was possible that she could still trade them as a place for Moose to make new words, there was plenty of space in both books for that, but that was much less valuable than knowledge itself. Something that Moose seemed to believe those books lacked. And which she was starting to agree with. She could return them to the Pages and bring back a more valuable book, but her utter lose to Moose when it came to keeping the contents of the two books she had brought secret made her reluctant to do such things before she knew their true value.


    No, the only book that she really needed to consider was the small one Moose had been using. What would happen if she tried to move that one from where it had been placed? Did she want to risk something when the wall was closed? Was it better to wait until she could properly judge any reaction to getting close?


    It didn’t matter in the end.


    She had once again failed to notice that her body had plans of its own. Only once her eyes slid shut and refused to open again did she realize she was pressed into the warmth of the nest and the heat coming off of Moose.


    Something that she was coming to find she craved almost as much as the magic chasing away the emptiness.


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    Watching Moose create the disks as closely as she could, she was determined to learn this spell as her second one. The disks were far to useful and filling to ever use the powder on its own again.


    Sleeping in the nest at the same time as Moose had once again made her body protest, but it seemed to very refreshing for her mind. It had allowed her to come to the conclusion that the small book Moose carried was far too complex for her to get any use out of, especially if she couldn’t even understand some of the books in the Pages. It was much better to watch Moose as more words were made than to try and decipher anything for herself.


    She had followed closely after that. Making sure to always keep it in sight. At least for the most part. Her own bodies needs forced her to act without being able to see Moose some of the time, she could only hope it wasn’t enough to miss something important.


    It was a good thing as well. If she had missed when Moose put some treats into its carrying blanket, she wouldn’t have been able to do the same.


    Her constant attention did seem to affect Moose though. It stood and looked at her with a few strange looks on its face for some time. She had no idea how to interpret those looks or even what might be the problem, but eventually it carried on.


    When Moose entered a room with nothing in it and magicked the wall shut, she thought she was in trouble. That feeling lessened when the wall opened again, though it rose when she didn’t recognize the tunnel she stepped into. Not only her feelings but her mind having trouble settling on the situation.


    They walked a long way as her mind swirled and her emotions went back and forth. Eventually coming to a long tunnel without any rooms. At the end of that tunnel, she no longer had to worry about the turmoil in her mind or feelings, all of it swept away by what she saw.


    ‘Maybe the rain room wasn’t a watery place after all.’