Her shadowy form wobbles a little, and she ducks her head, embarrassed.

"thank you."

She considers him again.

"... you'll let me look at your books?" she clarifies.

(Veron is attempting not to make a face and is failing.)

"Absolutely. I've got the biggest library in the world, want to see?"

"yes!!!"

She bounces a little, clearly pleased.

"It's up in my castle," he says, gesturing up the mountain, "should I fly you there or would you rather go on your own—? You can come too," he adds, in Veron's direction.

"!! i want to fly!"

"Sure, I'll come too," says Veron.

He smiles adoringly at Saskia and offers her his hand (and pulls some power in case flying with her is too different from normal people for his windriding spell to cover it).

She bounces, then flits over and takes the offered hand. Her hand is a bit cold and has a strangely smooth texture, but is perfectly solid.

Veron follows at a more sedate pace, hovering somewhere between amused, pleased, and a little protective.

He squeezes Saskia's hand gently, and folds all three of them into the wind. They flow insubstantially up the mountain and past the lake and over his stunningly gorgeous palace and in through the skylight of his eight-floor library, and he rematerializes them on the top floor, looking over the balcony at all the floors below.

Saskia cackles with delight when she sees the library.

"oh - so many - may i...?" She moves a little towards the nearest bookshelf, looking at it longingly. "i'll be careful and put everything back where i found it."

"Oh, you don't have to worry about them, they can't be permanently damaged and they'll put themselves away if they're out of place for a year. Go right ahead."

"eeheeheehee, thank you!!!"

She flickers, and then she's at the nearest bookshelf in the blink of an eye. Another blink later, and she's got an open book in hand.

Well, this is adorable.

Yes! It is!!! Aaaaa she's too cute he doesn't want to torture her he wants to scoop her up and spin her around and hug her and pet her and give her books!!!

Veron looks at Serik thoughtfully.

"Did I do too well?" he wonders.

"...maybe a little. Is it that obvious?"

"Little bit."

Giggle.

"I'm glad you like her so much. The reverse, too, she already likes you a lot. Not just for the library."

"Well, you've at least successfully found someone I think is attractive and interesting," he says. "But I don't want to torture her nearly as much as I want to hug her and give her nice things."

"Really? She'll be so disappointed."

"Well, if torture counts as a nice thing... you'll note I didn't say I don't want to."

Snort.

"Have fun," he says, dryly.

He looks like there's a thing he might want to say, and studiously isn't saying.