The book on her head glows teal and floats off her head, closing itself neatly and setting itself down on the floor. "You're some kind of beige..." She takes a few steps to the left; the bookshelf on top of him also glows teal before righting itself. "Ape creature."

She gets the books off of him and in stacks, but apparently despairs of putting them all on the shelf in order. "The librarian's going to be so put out. Well, beige ape creature, what are you doing here?"

"I'm a human, in case you want the actual words. Human, homo sapiens sapiens, though I guess the fact that I'm a wizard might mean I'm just a very close hominid? Homo sapiens miraculum?" He ponders.

"Human sounds like a serviceable word. You sounded like you knew what I am, so there's that. But what are you doing in the library of the school for gifted unicorns, please."

"Fucked if I know. Uh, I was walking down Fifth on my way to the pawnbroker, there was this... giant snake with a mirror for a face? And, I mean, it was wrecking the intersection, so I decided to get in my recommended daily value of vigilante monster slaying. But punching the mirror, instead of, you know, breaking the mirror, got me sucked through its face into... the library of the school for gifted unicorns. I guess. And I spilled a bunch of books, so, sorry about that?"

"...That really doesn't make a lot of sense, but I guess it sounds like you don't know any more about why there would be a mirror snake monster that takes you from apeland to here than I do."

"Yeah, on a scale of one to 'makes sense' I'm giving this a 2. What is this... universe, I guess, anyway? Is everybody pastel unicorns?"

"No. In this country approximately one third of the population are unicorns in a wide variety of colors, and the rest are mostly pegasi and earth ponies, with minorities of cows and buffalo and so on."

"Huh. So, there's all different kinds of the ponies... But they can all use the telekinesis stuff, right?"

"No, only unicorns can."

"They get along!" she assures him. "My mother is a pegasus and she can do most normal things without trouble. I'd have a problem because I tend to fall over if I'm standing on fewer than three hooves, sometimes even if I try to have one off the ground, but that's just me."

She picks up a book and turns a page.

"I mean, I suppose someone should tell the Princess, but I can just do that the next time I speak to her. You don't seem like a public emergency. You seem like you're probably a private emergency, but that's your own business who you want to talk to about it."

"Monster-slaying is not really common as an occupation. I suppose if someone has a problem with a hydra you could take care of that?"

"Ooh, hydra! But, like, I can be proactive too. Like, if the great beast sleeps 'neath the mountain and will wake a thousand years hence, I'm down for going 'neath the mountain and turning it into a gritty paste before it can do anything."

"Well," she starts making a halfhearted attempt at organizing the downed books in auras of teal light, "I can maybe look up some things like that, there might be a handful. What do you do when you've run out of thousand-year monsters? There aren't going to be very many, or there'd be some of them popping up every day from a thousand years ago, which there are not."

"...I might be used to a world with a higher density of horrible monsters, then. Last year I stopped two ancient sealed-off threats within two weeks of each other. And that's discounting vampires, faeries, loups-garou, etcetera etcetera, everything that just eats people for no reason."

"We don't really have that many threats around. Wow, that sounds exhaustingly dangerous."