Maea
Rest against my pillow
like the aging winter sun
like the aging winter sun
Glancing at him, she raised a brow in return and pursed her lips. "You would know," she acknowledged. "Have you also found a way to let go of the past, in order to move on? I'm having some difficulties." The smile was about as dry as her voice - but at least she did smile.
Aged parchment crackled under her fingers as she gently unrolled several scrolls. Each of them proved to be boring lists, detailing the schedule of past librarians dating back some hundred years or more. She could see why Jigano might have found such a thing interesting, but since it had nothing to do with Relics, Maea set them aside. This was going to be a long evening, she could tell.
"Without them, we have two options. Either I scour the library and attempt to learn these languages, which may take years... or we ask around to see if anyone else have a knack for translating ancient texts. The Voice probably can, if nothing else. Or might help one of us learn how." Reaching up on tip toes she withdrew a heavy book from a top shelf, and carried it over to a lectern. These pages were carefully inked and decorated with elaborate swirls, and the language was so archaic that she barely recognized it as her own.
She kept her back on Amun for a time, but as he simply went on speaking, her shoulders gradually slumped in a quiet exhale. When she glanced back at him over the shoulder, it was with a subtly guilty twist of her mouth.
"Do... you know anything about what happens to our souls, after we pass? And... I know we can, eh, borrow, shifts and magic from other races. Does that work on other Ascended, too?" There was a pause, silence disrupted by the whisper of paper as she turned the pages. "Thank you. For not making a big deal of it."
Aged parchment crackled under her fingers as she gently unrolled several scrolls. Each of them proved to be boring lists, detailing the schedule of past librarians dating back some hundred years or more. She could see why Jigano might have found such a thing interesting, but since it had nothing to do with Relics, Maea set them aside. This was going to be a long evening, she could tell.
"Without them, we have two options. Either I scour the library and attempt to learn these languages, which may take years... or we ask around to see if anyone else have a knack for translating ancient texts. The Voice probably can, if nothing else. Or might help one of us learn how." Reaching up on tip toes she withdrew a heavy book from a top shelf, and carried it over to a lectern. These pages were carefully inked and decorated with elaborate swirls, and the language was so archaic that she barely recognized it as her own.
She kept her back on Amun for a time, but as he simply went on speaking, her shoulders gradually slumped in a quiet exhale. When she glanced back at him over the shoulder, it was with a subtly guilty twist of her mouth.
"Do... you know anything about what happens to our souls, after we pass? And... I know we can, eh, borrow, shifts and magic from other races. Does that work on other Ascended, too?" There was a pause, silence disrupted by the whisper of paper as she turned the pages. "Thank you. For not making a big deal of it."
Only wake each morning to
remember that you're gone
remember that you're gone
