"You know," she says, "now that I'm thinking about it, I haven't read any Elcenian fiction. Can somebody take me to a library sometime? I think that would be fun."
"I wouldn't want to miss a magic lesson for it... how about tomorrow at, let's see, sixth-and-naught your time? Would that work?"
"Okay! Then maybe I can help you practice moving things for the rest of this lesson," she suggests to Sarsia and Annei. "And I'll come back tomorrow for the library."
And the lesson ends, and she comes back the next day for the library.
"I don't know! I think I want to read everything," she says. "...But maybe some interesting fiction to start with."
"Can I come back here when I want and read more books? When is it open?"
She comes back several more times over the next week or so. Going places is easy when you can magically teleport between worlds, and there are so. Many. Books.
There are so many books! There are books about vampires who are trying to make friends in new homes and books about Linnipese revolutionaries throwing off the yoke of Ertydoan oppression and books about people falling in love during the early days of wizardry and books about climbing mountains and books about crises of faith that end in exultant affirmation of the divinity of Sennah and books about Oridaanlan princes who run away to seek nonmaterial fulfillment and books about dragons in which their sequestered disabled cousins serve as a poorly drawn metaphor and books about singers in the cut-throat popular music business and books about sickly lights who inspire their family members to become better people and books about barristers throwing it all away to pursue sculpture and books about florists with allergies and fictitious plant-related magical abilities and books about people who like to spend their time pretending to be pre-colonization wise women or rugmakers or scribes and books about breeding talking cats for fun and profit.
It is sometimes hard to tell whether a thing is fictional or not. She writes down lists of such things to look up.
Talking cats do not exist. Vampires do. Fictitious plant-related magical abilities do not exist. Aleism does (Matilda is, privately, skeptical about Sennah).
Do shrens exist?
The books explain shrens. (Well, most of them are about peripheral topics and just summarize shrens-the-concept in the first chapter, then go on to talk about the history of shrens, or notable accomplished shrens, or shrens in the context of Dragon Council politics, or case studies of families that have found themselves burdened with shrens, or shren psychological problems.)