Apparently I dozed off. I'm also alone and in Drusil's bed. Naked. Hmmm... Whatever. I'm safe and clean, I guess. I get up and stretch and feel weird that nothing is popping or cracking. Not entirely sure why, but there's just this sort of disconnect that says my body should be making sounds. Getting over to the makeup table thing, I figure this is as good a time as any to actually check out my new body, and looking down, oh my gosh. Turns out Strax? Natural redhead. Figured the hair color was magical nonsense.

  I'm having a lot of feelings about this. Like. Am I allowed to look like this? It feels like cheating. I can't even tell you why. It's stupid. There's nothing saying I'm not allowed to look cute or pretty. Clothed, I could probably pass for like a te teen boy. Naked? Decidedly cute girl with perky breasts, a fairly toned stomach, and, well, that. Thighs look sorta squishy, and my butt is also very nice and plump. Hnnng. I always thought I wanted to be like... bimbo pretty. Long hair, tits you can choke a gal with, and all that. But I'm so disgustingly happy it doesn't make sense.

  There's just one slight problem. Like, I looked at myself earlier and figured, yea wow isekai new body bullshit, but now I'm sorta realizing I can't actually remember what I used to look like. Human, for sure. I remember being taller than most people, and I'm pretty sure I had long hair. With curls? Waves? Frizzy? but like my face? Gone. It's unsettling that this isn't unsettling for me, but I'm pretty sure I've always been like that. It's not like it's a problem. At least I can't think of a reason it'd be a problem.

  What I'm getting at is, I guess I'm pretty pleased overall. Although this does bring to mind whether Strax was real at one point or if one of Drusil's divine things turned me into Strax? Made Strax real? I don't know. I should go find my bag and get dressed in something, and then I guess... explore the library maybe? Who knows if other nguages make sense? Strax knew a fair amount. I knew a fair amount. I think. I'm honestly not even sure what nguage we've been speaking or if I'm thinking in any specific nguage. Nope, let's not have an existential crisis.

  Dressed and conjuring some berries, I fill up on one and notice Batsy looking at me with a very wide pupil.

  "Hello Batsy. Would you like to join me in the library? You don't really have legs, but I guess you can hang from my arm or shoulder or something?"

  Huh. Batsy on arm get. It weighs surprisingly little, and the tail-stinger-type deal curling around my arm is very simir to a snake constricting it. Weird. Still cute, though, and seems harmless.

  ***

  "Jesus fucking Christ, this pce is huge."

  Back among the shelves, there's gotta be somewhere in the upper hundreds of books in here. Batsy has been relocated to being held like a ball in my hands against my chest. It's doing the vibrating thing again. It's oddly ticklish. Anyhoo, the books are certainly not in any discernible nguage, and I'm just walking along trying to spot something I can read, but golly, are there a lot of books. Some of the titles actually hurt to look at. Magic nonsense? Probably. Since we're almost through the first floor, I guess I can check the second.

  Still hate stairs. And heights. Also, this floor is a bit odd. There's not as many books on each shelf, which, at a guess, means that everything is sorted by categories. Some shelves are full, some only have like three books, and some are actually empty. The books also vary way too much for my liking, but I guess this is back to the whole Drusil being old as hell and my compulsion to sort things a certain way.

  That's promising, though. A shelf with titles I can read! Sure, there's only two books, but still. It's a nguage I can read!

  A Simple Guide To Summoning, Vol. XIV

  The Myriad Dangers & Restrictions of Emotive Casting

  Huh. A primer on casting with emotions DOES seem useful, but it's not exactly a welcoming title. Giving it a peek turns out I was right.

  ...The amount of difficulty and things that can go wrong with emotive casting are far too numerous to mention. The history of Lagomorphs on the subject is sparse at best, as emotive casting is a difficult and involved study more suited to the longer-lived races such as Reptilians and Elves.

  Even so, the testimones should suffice to convince the reader just how dangerous emotive casting can be. There are numerous outcomes considered common to emotive casters, including but not limited to the inability to feel any emotion beyond their primary casting emotion, loss of ability to feel emotions, and losing oneself to the emotion so completely that the magic involved takes over and consumes the caster...

  Yikes. Talk about a naysayer. I mean, it does sound like something that I'll try to avoid. The idea is interesting, though. I'd assume it's things like a spark of joy, drowning in grief, or fiery rage. I should ask about it just so I don't stumble into it somehow. Drusil's idea of training by just having me cast spells until I feel like dying doesn't seem... well founded. Let's just put this back where we found it. Let's take out one of the empty books and scribble some symbols down and ask what this nguage is ter.