Down and out, and out of luck, we're spinning but the needle's stuck
If she noticed his efforts, it did not show in her demeanor. Maea's eyes kept moving around the shop, tracing bookshelves and the lining of the ceiling, taking in the fringe of carpets and the places where dust had been allowed to gather in corners. Eventually, she settled in a more thorough scrutiny of the unfinished book on the counter.
"I see. That's good, I think. I mean... he began to teach me how to do it, but I'd never dare try to finish something on this level." Pale fingers, with skin puckered and scarred from some great heat, touched gently upon a page before withdrawing again. Hastily, as if afraid that she might damage the parchment.
"If you are a scholar, I suppose you spend much time in the Atheneum?" She spared the young man a glance, though it didn't linger.
"I see. That's good, I think. I mean... he began to teach me how to do it, but I'd never dare try to finish something on this level." Pale fingers, with skin puckered and scarred from some great heat, touched gently upon a page before withdrawing again. Hastily, as if afraid that she might damage the parchment.
"If you are a scholar, I suppose you spend much time in the Atheneum?" She spared the young man a glance, though it didn't linger.
Maea
