Varinia stops for a moment in the palace cat's room, to see if it will allow her to stroke it. She stops again in a library and, walking to one of the bookcases, looks back at Cú over her shoulder. "Mind if I...?" She runs a finger along one shelf, reading the spine inscriptions. "Are you much of a reader?"
"I'm afraid that I am not, though I have learned how, I am more a man of action." The books include a number of what appear to be rare or even lost stories about Irish mythology. Written as histories instead of stories.
"I will admit rather a fascination for books, on my part." She smiles at him. "And this is an incredible collection! How did you acquire it?"
He shrugs "Some belonged to my father, some I acquired from raids."
"If these are Irish legends, then I assume some of them must feature you, right?"
He glances at the titles and smiles "Oh yes, I had forgotten the scribe, he wrote down the stories while I drank with other heroes, mine and theirs. I haven't seen him in a while." His brow furrow like he is trying to remember something, then after a moment it is gone and he is smiling at you again.
Varinia scans the titles herself, in more depth, attempting to pick out one that should contain tales of Cú Chulainn, and taking it from the shelf. Despite her attempt to conceal it, a sly grin is spreading across her face. Perhaps this trip could be more fruitful for her research than she had expected. This should prove an interesting experiment.
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Does Varinia know what normally happens when a faerie, of whichever degree of cognisance, is confronted with its own status as a myth? For that matter, can she tell what level of cognisance Cú is at?Intelligence + Faerie Lore roll on Discord. Total 13.
A highly cognizant faerie is already aware. A low cognizance faerie is simply incapable of understanding the possibility, and would simply insist that the stories are histories, not myths.
The books, however, appear to be written in some script that you do not recognize, and may not even be a language by human reckoning.
Varinia squints at the strange script. Well, that was a shame. She opens it to a random page, and holds it up to Cú. "I'm afraid I don't know this language. You said you could read it?"
"Certainly, and then did Cú Chulainn take that fair maiden, abandoning his watch, and place his head between her legs... this gets rather racy, do you want me to continue?"
Varinia blushes slightly. "No, no, that shalln't be necessary. I didn't mean to open it to a page like that." She chuckles. "Although I should have guessed a great many of them would be like that."
"Indeed, though if you were interested I believe a demonstration would be more engaging than a reading. If not." He pulls down a different book "This one may be in a language you can read."
"This evening." Varinia gives him a winsome grin, and makes sure to brush his hand as she gently takes the book, flicking it open at the beginning.
He smiles back and brushes your cheek. The book is in Latin, and tells the story of a pair of children exploring an enchanted woods. Within the story they keep getting captured but each time the girl simply utter a phrase "na beithigh fhiáine glaoch ar mo chroí" and she turns into a hawk and flies to safety, returning to rescue her friend.
Varinia's a few pages in before she suddenly turns back to Cú, realising she's been ignoring him. "Ohh, sorry! Got caught up in it." She gives an apologetic grin. "So is this legend, or pure fiction?"
He gestures to the books with his head "that is an accurate recording of real events. I mean I'm sure there is embellishment and artistry, but fundamentally that book is factual. I picked it up on a raid up north."