History has its eyes on you

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 Maea Like morning dew Love will come again to you