Love Crafted Chapter Twenty-Two

What are you missing? Daphne asks Abigail as the three of you, four if you count the bird, move deeper into the city. Youre pretty close to where youd been shopping the day before you think. Its hard to keep track of places, what with everything being squished together.

Ah, not too much, Abigail says. Just the main course books now.

Oh, Daphne says. I have all of those. Just one copy of each Im afraid or Id let you borrow mine. In the worst case we can share a book in any elective classes we share.

Abigail shakes her head. Theyll be verifying all of my things. Im not you, so theyll probably be a bit more stringent with the requirents.

Whats that an? you ask.

Ah, Abigail says. Well, I said that you need all the equipnt in order to be allowed into the Academy, right? You nod and she goes on. Well, thats true, but theres a certain amount of, uh, leeway when it cos to so students. Especially those with noble titles like Daph.

Is Daphne a princess? you ask. You arent one of those silly lizards that likes collecting princesses, so you really cant tell at a glance.

Daphne laughs into her palm. Im not. Im actually a Baroness, though its more of a pat on the back sort of title. My mother is the one with all the political clout in my family, when she retires or passes on, which I hope is a long ti from now, I will inherit her title of Viscount.

That sounds silly, you say. If I beco a queen then no one else will beco one because Ill never die. Your mortal system makes no sense.

Theres a pause as the two girls look at each other, then Abigail pats your head. Well then, youll just have to avoid becoming a queen, she says.

You harrumph. So Ill make Abigail a queen instead, that way people will... no, she cant be a queen because I wont share her.

Daphne giggles again. On that we can agree. It would be a sha if our dear Abigails ti was monopolized by politics.

Abigail huffs and crosses her arms, which ans that she's not playing with your hair anymore. Anyway. To return on topic, the Academy isnt supposed to discriminate because its run in part by the Inquisition which doesnt need to acknowledge most noble titles. But the truth isnt that easy. Its expected that richer students can get away with more, like not bringing all their equipnt with them all the ti.

To be fair, theres so logistical reasons for that. My house is quite close to the school, so I hardly need to bring all of my things over every day.

Abigail rolls her eyes. Your house is a mansion in the richest part of the city, Daphne.

More of a mansionette.

Abigail frowns and tilts her head to the side, then reaches up to adjust her big glasses. Is that actually a word?

Im rich, therefore it is.

Abigail pushes Daphnes shoulder and glares at her, but then she breaks out into giggles and Daphne soon follows. Youre having a bit of a hard ti understanding the joke, but seeing Abigail happy makes you happy too, so its okay.

This is the only shop I know that sells course books and is open on Lastday, Daphne says as she points to a tall but narrow shop set in the middle of a busy street. Inkpot and Scribeswell's Emporium for Literary Works, she reads the sign above the doorway aloud. We should find everything here.

Isnt this place a bit expensive? Abigail asks.

A little, but dont worry, I have a tab here, Daphne says, waving Abigails concerns away. Shes about to move into the store when she pauses and looks down across the street.

You cant quite see what shes looking for until you climb the first couple of steps leading to the front door. A ways down the road is a familiar store, the one you and Abigail had visited just yesterday and where you got all that shiny alchemy stuff.

Now the store is closed. There are poles hovering horizontally in the air that prevent people from crowding in too close and n in long black coats with tal plates sewn into them stand behind the line, big rods with fork-like heads held by their sides. Theyre wearing hats that look like very fancy buckets with bits of fluff on the front and a silver crest that you cant quite figure out with your mortal eyes.

Inquisitorial guardsn? Daphne asks.

I like their hats, you say.

Abigail joins you and gasps. What are they doing there? she asks.

You notice that shes not looking at the big guys in black, but at two people in red robes and even taller bucket hats who are waving brass thingies at the shop.

We were there yesterday, Abigail says.

Lets go inside, Daphne says before placing a hand on Abigails shoulder.

You follow after them, giving the weird people that made the girls so nervous one last look. They dont look so tough. You could take them.

A bell jingles when you enter, causing a tall, skinny man stacking books onto a shelf to turn and look down on you. He stares for a mont, then his expression brightens. The Honourable Miss Daphne! he says. Welco, welco! How can I assist? he hops off his stool with more grace than youd expect from soone so skinny and bony and moves closer.

Ah, my friend here needs so assistance finding her first year Academy books, Daphne says. And my smaller friend here, she places a hand on your head, will look around and not steal anything because if she wants sothing she just has to ask .

The man blinks, then smiles. Well then, co along, we still have a good stock of Academy texts left.

You watch at the girls move ahead, then turn to the floor-to-ceiling shelves full of books all in neat orderly rows. Shiny lettering sparkles at you from thousands of leather spines and posters about different books are held in neat fras on every wall. It even slls like paper and parchnt and books and knowledge.

This place, you decide, is nice.