The library felt endless, all those rows and rows of books, all that was held within each one; Lasairian could only imagine how much was really there. The idea of reading all of them sounded grand, but it was much more reasonable that he would be long gone by the time it might take to get through them all. He had started to read quite a lot where magic and medical matters were concerned, but there would always be more to read, more to learn. Lasairian was ever so interested in all the different areas of each subject there were, and even getting through all of those seemed daunting. But he still wanted to do so.

He still pushed himself to read more, seek out more that had anything to do with the subjects that he was interested in. Going through the rows of books, checking the titles for something that screamed out at him. He wanted something that just called to him for today. It could be anything, Lasairian wasn't passing up anything that just reached out at him right now. Maybe he was just looking for a sign, for something, anything, to direct him on a path that was outside of his norm. Lasairian felt like there was too much that aligned with this place, and wondered if it meant something more, somehow.

He had given up so much getting here, and he ached from those losses, from all that had been lost along the way. He didn't like talking about it, didn't want to go there, but it was constantly lingering on his mind. That much couldn't be helped, no matter how much he had been trying to push it away. Lasairian didn't want to dwell in the past, did not want to be so caught up in what had been that he couldn't see all that was now in front of him. He was worried that was how it would be, how he would keep going. So he tried to throw himself into what he could be here, into trying to be better all around.

On and on he went, searching for that one book that made him feel a certain way, something aside from what he felt in general looking at all the rest of them. Lasairian already had a deep love and respect for knowledge and the books that contained it, so it had to be something that really pulled him in, something that outshined everything else. It could be just a word, or the way a book looked; anything that caught his attention in a way that the others weren't right now. Not that quiet interest he regarded most with, but something more. He had to find that, even if it took all day and all night. So he kept going.

Finding something worthwhile to throw oneself in was not something that should be done without thought, but Lasairian had felt too deeply about his studies at a young age to be able to see past it. He had known quickly what he had wanted to do, what he wanted to put his time and effort into. Maybe being here had wasted a lot of that, simply because Lasairian had lost the magic he had once held and honed, but the knowledge of it was still something that couldn't be taken away from him. He would always have that, and he would keep building upon it. That wasn't something that he meant to change. It was a part of him.

Yet he also had the medical side to fall back on, and the basics of it that had very little to do with magic. That was why he had gone for the position of medic, why he took that option here. Because he knew what he was doing at that non magic level of things, and it had been very much a part of his studies before, too. Yes, a lot of it had been magic infused and all, but Lasairian had still learned about all the helpful types of plants and herbs, how they should be prepared and applied. Things that did not need magic to work, just were helped when enhanced by it if need be. That was something Lasairian could do here, now.

And it held connections to his past that might be painful, but it was also a way to honor the good parts of that past; to honor the mentor that he'd had. It made sense to do this, go this route, for all of those reasons. So, that was what he had thrown himself into. What he researched the most these days, because he did want to get better at it, did want to reach for something above what he was now. There were different branches to choose from once he got to a certain point, but even here and now he had not decided which would be best for himself and others. But he would get there.

Just not today, while he was going down the shelves, looking up, down and across, seeking out that one book that would call to him above all others. There were several interesting titles that he would have to eventually come back for, but nothing that really jumped at him yet. Lasairian was always looking to expand his knowledge, but there were almost endless books here in this library, and he felt that it would take years and years to get through half of them. How many shelves were just dedicated to magic or medical subjects? Enough to keep him busy with those for a long time, no matter how fast he read.

Still, he had taken his break from that for this, because it did feel like there was some sort of guiding force there with him after coming to these lands, and he wanted to see how far that could go. So Lasairian kept looking, going down the line, the rows and rows upon books. No, nope, nope, he would come back for that later, no, not that, nope— Wait. Someone had spoken, quiet as it was, and it had Lasairian pausing in step to glance towards the sound of the voice, seeing the shadow shaded pegasus there, hearing the question posed to him. What was he looking for. Lasairian smiled warmly back, "something that calls out to me. Something unlike the rest," he responded lightly, looking at the other curiously.

In most instances, Lasairian would have had a more concrete answer. Or at least one that would have pointed in a specific direction as to where he meant to look. Right now, however, he was letting himself just roam for it, no direction, no particular end in mind save for something that stuck out from all the rest to him. His answer did not seem to make it easier for the other there, as much as Lasairian appreciated the fact that he seemed to want to be helpful in the search. This just wasn't something that he could be helped with, and that was okay. Lasairian did not expect it, though he wasn't so hard-pressed to find such a book that he couldn't hold a conversation first.

He gives a subtle shrug at the first few words, "no worries, though I appreciate that you were willing to try to help," he responds to that bit. At the other words that had been spoken, Lasairian chuckles softly, "you're right, of course. In their own ways, yes, they are all unlike the rest," he admits with a faint smile, amused at the fact the other has said these things, but also while knowing the meaning behind what Lasairian had said as well, concerning the comment of the other saying he knew what Lasairian meant. There was obviously no offense taken over what had been said.

Lasairian gave pause as the other continued to speak, head tilted ever so slightly at the way it was said. It wasn't lost on him, that meaning -- he had lived much of his life with his nose in books, after all -- though he understood why the translation of it was given. Not all would get it, and the other did not know how much that Lasairian did, and if it would make sense to him or not. But he nodded to all of this, looking fairly glad to have such interesting company. Perhaps, at the moment, it was more important to have that than to find a book that was different enough to make him look more than twice.

It was in this mindset, combined with the introduction of the other, that had Lasairian responding as he did -- without thinking about it, really -- "Peach, then?" Lasairian's expression was amused and good-natured, and it was his turn to grin. A new nickname, maybe, if Mateo did not mind it. It could always be denied as one, and Lasairian would respect that if so, but he hoped it was seen as something good, regardless. With what was implied earlier, there shouldn't be an issue with it, right? When it was Mateo's words for the better of books, the ones that stood out among the others.

While Lasairian implied that it was a book that he was looking for that should stand out, he hadn't said book in name. Of course such a thing was not really all that within the norm of how he responded towards others, but everyone was allowed a little slip now and then, so long as it was still genuine, right? It was still his turn, though, to give his name, and so he did, "I'm Lasairian, sometimes Lasair or a variant of that," were his words, offering more than just the nickname, if only because he had taken the liberty of calling Mateo 'Peach'. When Mateo said he hoped Lasairian found what he was looking for, Lasairian held his tongue on his initial commentary reaction to that, and merely went with a nod of his head.

Lasairian wished that he had more smiles to give -- aside from polite or friendly, or maybe something more rare than those -- but he seemed to be more on the serious side of things, not all that sure on how to have fun in the ways that maybe he should be. Too often with his nose stuck in a book and learning, perhaps. He isn't sure he was ever really much of a child, though.

He'd had his impulses and everything, but he tended to take things in with careful observation more often than not. Sure, he'd had his bouts of sass and flirting, but he had never really committed to that sort of thing. He didn't think he could, all things considered. Even now. Maybe more now than ever. Yet he was still not far off from flirty with the peach comment, though he might not want to admit it.

Lasairian wouldn't blink twice if it was tossed aside, because he thought of it as friendly -- protecting himself, of course, because there are reasons to be in denial -- and that was where his mind rested on it. He's amused at the banter back, though, and is warm enough in responses to chuckle at the Rotten Apple comment and shake his head, "I haven't noticed a rotten thing about you," he responds lightly.

An excellent judge of character. Well, he hoped that he was, but whether or not he was, he didn't always use that good judgement when he had it. He tried, he really did, but there were times when even he, himself, could not talk himself out of something that just wasn't all that practical. He was still internally beating himself up for such things in his past. But for now, he just shakes his head at that and shrugs.

At the question on if he had been to the room of lost things, Lasairian's brows went up at that. He had not been there, nor had he heard of such a place! He was sure his expression explained that well enough without words as he listened to Mateo go on, curious about this room and what might be within it, "I did not even know such a room existed here! Can you show me where it is?" he asked, some excitement nudging into his voice.