The disappearance of the nonfiction books is definitely a point of curiosity for her, but not one that she chooses to dwell on at the moment. After all, there are more important topics at hand like the dragons and how they breathed life into the Nether.

Her lips quirk at the mention of the hatchling that had all but doused her days before. "If age weren't a factor I think Okenus would be able to raise lakes based on their enthusiasm alone."

Holst had once told her that putting a name to her fears would make them less terrifying as a result. Being here, so close to dragons, so close to creatures that had almost killed her a month prior, is certainly making his sage advice ring true. Her nervousness still lingers beneath her skin but her curiosity consumes it, "So if the rifts were tied to the dragon's current illness then what happened to the other adult dragons?"

Had the rifts occurred before? Based on the reaction of the Free Cities government, she didn't think so. But then again plenty of information often went in one ear and out the other when it came to her.