The library is the last place the horse-girl looks. It seemed stuffy, and enclosed, in a way she's sure she doesn't like for whatever reason. There's not nearly enough room to run.

Although the books seem interesting enough. She pulls one off the shelf, and after two tries remembers which direction to open it in.

"What language is this even supposed to be?"

She doesn't realise she spoke aloud right away. But what does it matter, she's the only one in here, right?