Inside the building, I watched Ingress light some incense, bow before a statue, and then proceed forward, past two what had to be demon statues.  After that, we were in a courtyard.  Looking left and right, it looked like pretty much the inside of any 'traditional' Japanese house that you saw in anime - the sliding doors and the wood-and-paper frame and the slanted roof with the tiles and all that.  The courtyard was...square?  Square-ish?  There was a building in the center, but apparently we weren't going that way, as Ingress headed off to the left and to one of two doorways I could see from where we had come in.  Following, the door opened and...well.  There were...a lot of books.  Lots of books.  Books upon books.  In fact, I'm not sure if I see walls anywhere in this room, just more books broken up by the occasional necessary bit of shelving.<br/><br/>They had said...the Scholarly Dragon?  This didn't look like any dragon I knew.  It looked like pretty much what anyone envisioned a library lady looked like if you asked someone on the street to describe one.  Well, minus the robes, I'm pretty sure that they don't really go for that much anymore nowadays.  I waited there, quietly, behind Ingress, before I realized I was being looked at.  Ingress and the...dragon (still doesn't look like any dragon I know of) exchanged a few more words, and then she returned to look at me.  It felt...strange.  Like I was being poked, tested, somehow, but not in a way that I could readily explain.  She talked a little bit more, and I felt the need to jump in.<br/><br/>"Uh, excuse me, ma'am?  It-it is ma'am, right?  Sorry, they told me you were a Dragon and I don't know if Dragons have special pronouns or something.  We don't really have them where I'm from.  I'm<em>not</em>a dog, and I'm<em>not</em>feral."  I was not going to debate her on being a stray.  I knew I was, the fact that I didn't know where I was proved that, and that I had to have a place given to me, as well.  "I mean...you said it yourself, right?  I'm a Wolf.  Wolves aren't dogs, much as some biologist sticks that<em>Canis</em>tag in front of our names," I could feel my ears and tail go up and slightly stuff in what I assumed to be a minor bout of irritation.  "That's like...I don't know, saying a tiger is a housecat.  Yeah, okay, sure Mr. Taxonomist, get as technical as you want."  I was talking to the air at this point; my face was turned aside, as if I was talking to an imaginary figure.  "You're not going to tell me what I am.  I know what I am, and I know what I'm not.  Well, kind of.  See, I know that I'm a Wolf, but...what does that<em>mean</em>, exactly?"<br/><br/>I was probably getting Ingress in trouble here, though she wasn't giving me any indication if I was by, I don't know, trying to cover my mouth with her hands, or something.  "Okay, I get it.  Things aren't what they look like in this city.  You've got catgirls and banks that look like John Dillinger is about to roll up and bust it open next to video arcades where Robert Preston just recently had a new cabinet installed exhorting players to join the Star League and fight the Ko-Dan Armada.  You've got a girl who looks like she's on a permanent acid trip that can decide to rearrange every last molecule in your body just because she's in a purple phase and you're a lime green.  And...uhm...have, have I talked too much?"