Srax watched the scroll vanish. For a terrible moment, nothing happened, and his heart lurched. Then came the knowledge - and with it, the elation. He had
magic. Perhaps not the sort he'd expected, but...
He examined his hands, broad and callused. Turned them over in scrutiny as though some manifestation of his new talent had appeared. No such thing, and after a moment of consideration he felt silly for humoring it anyway, but he was a
kobold who could use magic.
For a lone, heartrending minute, the world was full of wonder again.
Then reality came rudely crashing back in. Srax startled at Chulainn's shout, not
quite stifling the reflexive yip of alarm. Ears back in embarrassment, he returned his attention to the proceedings.
The kobold's ears swiveled back to the fore in curiosity as Srax examined the tome. He trundled over, picked it up,
carefully opened it with a stubby dewclaw, and skimmed the contents before passing it off.
(Edited for coherency with
@TheGrudgeKeeper)