In her usual style, Alli packs an hour before she has to leave and ultimately makes it out the door only ten minutes late after forgetting at least three vitally important items (her eyeliner!). But she makes it through Pearson security with plenty of time... well, more like barely enough time. But the important thing is, she's safely ensconced in her seat when they take off.
Once she's gotten her bag stowed and her legs rearranged in a doomed attempt at comfort and generally considers herself suitably settled, she turns to her seatmate. "Is your brain doing an Eeeeee France! thing too?"
"I didn't know magic or critters or anything existed until a few weeks ago. Where do you get a magic teacher?"
The books are all quite introductory, Miss Viv having not much to go on. Most are catalogs of critters, but there's also a couple magic books that at least attempt to cover the fundamentals. The critter books run a range of options, from a book claiming to contain "all of Canada's native critters" to a large but obviously old book focusing on the "critters of the Orient" and ending in a pile of books about "traditional Western critters." It's a reasonable variety, considering.
None are sorted by color; a couple are arranged in some fashion making sense only to their authors, one's sorted in something passing for 'chronologically', and a few are loosely typed by family (feline, canine, etc). The rest are just alphabetical- or, in one case, translated unthinking from another language, and ordered by that alphabet instead.
Well, she knows she's not going to pass for feline or canine. She looks and looks and looks. Come on, something has to be blue, right?
She pauses on the wyverns. She doesn't want to say yes that's me in case these are extinct too, but they're a very good fit. She looks at Alli for guidance.
Alli has been distracted paging through a book, clearly one of a series with its neighbors, which appears to be a mystery thriller- or possibly a trashy romance- or perhaps both? In any case, she puts the book down when she sees May looking at her and wanders over. "See anything familiar?"
And this way May can admit to her wings. Bonus points for that.
"Looks pretty close," she says cautiously. "You part English or Welsh somewhere?"
"Not that I know of, but I didn't know I was part reptile, either. I don't suppose there's a Japanese variant?"
Alli glances towards the front of the shop. Miss Viv has retreated, presumably to keep her trailing puddles from accumulating too close to her bookshelves. Talking- reasonably safe if she's quiet, but she shouldn't push it, she decides. "I've seen Japanese... critters like that... but I don't think they have wings. Claim it farther back, maybe?"
"I have no idea how far back it'd be. Since I didn't know I was a thing. But I could be an eighth or a sixteenth white on Dad's side and wouldn't necessarily know."
"Maybe I'm missing something about Japanese names here, but. Aren't you pretty definitely part white somewhere, Mlle. Swan?"
"I don't know where my last name came from, but there's no strong reason to expect that it was from a white person instead of from a transliteration, translation, or deliberate name change somewhere along the line."
"Oh, right. Those are things. Well, you're still named Mabel Swan. You can probably get away with it."
"Meh. Go for it. Not a lot of alternatives." She eyes the picture in the book. "Just remember the two legs thing, yeah?"
"Yeah. I guess I'm slightly more bipedal than I let on to Emma. Well, the joke still works."