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History has its eyes on you - Wessex - 03-03-2019
RE: History has its eyes on you - Maea - 03-03-2019 Books. She was actually reading books! Not well, mind you, and not quickly, but she was reading them. Had been since early afternoon, and somehow time har escaped around Maea while she mouthed her way through page after page with painful slowness. Not aided by her eyes, unaccustomed with the very different form of labor and too ravaged by progressing disease to give her a clear picture of the words. Yet the girl was stubborn and driven by both intrigue and need, and she was certain that somewhere within these books she might find the answer to curing the very affliction that made her task so difficult. A headache had begun to set in however, and soon she would have to return home to feed the animals. With a sigh of regret the girl closed the volume she had been working through - A record of medicinal herbs and their uses - and pushed herself out of the chair. She brought the candle with her as she went to return the book to its proper shelf, mindful of not making a mess, and set off down the row of shelves. When the figure of another visitor came into view however, Maea paused; she knew this person, somewhat, and it felt rude to just pass by without saying something. "Good evening, miss Theskyra" she said, keeping her voice down automatically. Something about the atmosphere in here did not encourage loud noises... Not that it was ever a problem with Maea. "I would not have expected to meet you here..." Wessex RE: History has its eyes on you - Wessex - 03-10-2019
RE: History has its eyes on you - Maea - 03-10-2019 Maea shrugged slightly, gazing about at the shelves. She had always enjoyed the though of roaming in here, to pick a book and forget about work and time while losing herself in some other world... But unfortunately reading was difficult at best and ever the dutiful daughter, she had never actually rebelled against her role as a farmer. Not until just recently, when the choice was no longer hers to make. "I've started to know my way around, but truth be told I still get lost at times. What are you looking for? Maybe I can help." Not that she had the time, really, or felt altogether comfortable in the company of this formidable woman. Wessex Thermoskyra was everything Maea was not; tall and strong, confident and skilled at her trade in a way the petite girl would never be. The only thing they had in common was the time spent beneath the bubble and a pale complexion, and... well. Where Maea was wan and frail, a ghost gone astray from Ludo's guiding light, Wessex looked more a goddess in her own right. Maea envied that, so much that her insides ached. Even so, she did not want to leave just yet. RE: History has its eyes on you - Samuel - 03-11-2019 Sam was coming up from an evening's work in the Guildhall, having finally found himself satisfied with his book so far. Delicate gold ink curled around each page and into the names, each curl of the shining vine painstakingly made with a thin brush of a single hair. It was such absorbing work he found it kept a hold on him long after he had put his things away; as he was walking up the stairs to the main Atheneum he did not leave his own thoughts enough to hear the voices. If he'd had any choice in the matter he'd rather not see anyone that night, so as he became aware of the other people around he stopped dead, tried to slowly back up...but it was too late. He had to have been seen. With a sigh Sam walked up to the figures - lovely gentle Maea and horrible, terrifying Wessex. He looked between them and then said after a moment's consideration (wherein he thought of running but didn't want to leave Maea alone): [say]"I'm very familiar with the Atheneum. What is it you are looking for?"[/say] RE: History has its eyes on you - Wessex - 03-13-2019
RE: History has its eyes on you - Samuel - 03-14-2019 He was glad for Wessex's non-aggressive tone, let go an empty breath he hadn't realised he'd been holding in lungs that didn't work anymore. Even better, he could help with her question. [say]"There is...something. I'm not sure if it's what you need, but..."[/say] Sam walked to a shelf near the back of the hall, put his things down and dragged over a stool to stand on. After a moment of precarious balancing and reaching out with his fingertips he had a black book in his hands, which he brought to Wessex. The book was a dusty black with the scrawling words 'Long Night' on the front. Inside Wessex would find writing, but not any kind of words she could understand; the language was strange and unknowable. [say]"I don't know how to translate it."[/say] Sam admitted. [say]"But it could help you?"[/say] RE: History has its eyes on you - Maea - 03-16-2019 Sam came to her rescue. Maea smiled gratefully at him, glad for the aid as well as the company. She could probably have left at this point, but curiosity had her tagging along as the ginger led the way down the shelves and brought down a heavy looking old tome for Wessex. Intrigued by the age of the manuscript, Maea lined in to gaze in squinty eyed awe at the pages, her failing eyes straining to make out the scrawl. "I've never seen words like that before either" she supplemented unhelpfully. "But maybe there is a key somewhere? A book with translation, or something that could help decipher the text?" Looking hopefully at the myriad of books around them, Maea couldn't quite set aside the awe she still held for books. It felt s though they held all the knowledge in the world, and could magically hold the solution to just about any problem. If only she could see properly, and read better... she did not doubt for a second that an answer could be found in here. RE: History has its eyes on you - Wessex - 03-19-2019
RE: History has its eyes on you - Samuel - 03-19-2019 Sam was surprised by how gently Wessex took the book from him, having come to expect her to rip it from his hands and kick him in the stomach at the same time (perhaps he had a slightly over-active imagination when it came to how people could hurt him). [say]"I suppose we could take it to The Voice, but..."[/say] He trailed off, belatedly realising that suggesting The Voice may not be able to read the text either could likely be close to blasphemy for someone who actually valued their Ascension. [say]"...Well, yes. We could take it to the shrine. I don't think she would mind us asking her for help."[/say] He turned to Maea. He knew that as an Abandoned she would likely not be welcomed by The Voice. [say]"You don't...have to come, Maea, if you don't want."[/say] He said this with a gentle smile, making it clear it was meant to be a kindness and not a dismissal. RE: History has its eyes on you - Maea - 03-19-2019 The shrine was something Maea had not been aware of, and the suggestion of speaking to The Voice made her stomach clensh, the hairs at the back of her neck rising in sudden chill. Sam offered her a chance to leave, and every fiber in her wanted to take it and run. She had always prayed to the Old Gods, been taught to fear the New ones and avoid anything that might draw their attention. But... But she was a loreseeker now. Sure, Sam could account for what happened too, but... two pairs of eyes and two pairs of ears was better, right? It was her duty to stay, and learn, and look at the world objectively. "If you don't think my presence would deterr her from coming... I'll stay. To bear whitness," she heard herself say, and swallowed. Maybe an Abandoned in the company would prevent her from showing up. Maybe nothing would happen after all... Maea found herself hoping, treacherously, that nothing would. Oh Ludo, what am I getting myself into now? |