In a quiet part of the library, a wind started up that shook and flickered the pages of physical books, and sent e-readers skittering across the floor. There was a sound like a crack of thunder, and a blue-white crack in the fabric of reality opened briefly some three feet from floor level. It was opened long enough to allow a heavy, sinuous form to drop from it like a coil of python. Mal lay on the floor for a moment, slightly dazed by the impact, then raised their great head, thin forked tongue flicking out as they scented the air. The floor wasn't always in the same place on the other side of a portal, but three feet wasn't terribly far to fall compared to some of their more memorable landings. Their eyesight was better than might be expected, but their sense of smell was great enough to pick up the heavy, musty scent of thousands of tons of paper close together, the burnt smell of circuitry, and the thick, hot sense of hotblooded bodies someplace nearby. They had only eaten a day or two past, so hunger was no issue just yet. More interesting was the grey circuitry-smelling thin slabs of plastic their arrival had scattered across the floor. They approached the nearest ponderously, then pawed at it gently to flip it over and licked the glowing screen, turning their head this way and that so to better see the images and writing that rose like shapes in water.