Aubert sat reading in the libary, and reading, and still reading. in fact Sam had never seen someone so interisted in books. "your theology is rather interisting, as are all the forms of governance, the magna carta I fine perticularly interisting, and ooooh"<br/>Sam sighed as he found harry potter, "ahhh this must be a biography" "no aubert... it's a... well fiction..." "you don't have magic but you have legends of it? what happened to your world's magic?"<br/>She looked at him, as the strapping young cleric looked up at her blue fawnlike eyes.  "we had the same legends and mystique as your world, but no magic ever existed, well if it did it was super rare I don't know." he smiled gently "then it is a mistery! oh I wonder does the maker give your priests magic now that you're here an all?" she puzzled it over for a bit "well I don't rightly know"<br/>"tis funny... these books on science, instead of being able to ascribe every magical thing to magic, you took them apart, studied them. What marvels your people built" he nodded his head "exploring your creator's world one part at a time, and more importantly, understanding it." he buried his nose in another book, this one about chemicals and elements. "oooh that's a lot of elements, kind of sub... AH i get it!" he seemed to read with lightning speed.<br/>Sam looked at him a bit silly "my people amazing? you reassembled the dam like nothing..." he looked up again "that was divine intervention, the fact was your people built such a thing, and built them often was a divine gift in and of itself. in fact..." he pulled close to her, book in hand. "you seem to have created so many wonders you're utterly used to them and don't see the beauty you've created."<br/>now that she could agree with