65th of Spring, 514 AV
Sahova had done quite a bit of things to Annalisa Marin; it had influenced her way of thinking and her means of actually practicing her magic. She had never, for instance, been the type to record her findings in the form of notes and was in fact more the type to simply store it away in her head. However it was becoming increasingly noticeable to her that the act of recording her knowledge for future reference was rather useful, for organizational purposes. It allowed her to more easily analyze her thoughts at the time and draw conclusions from them, a simple idea but again she had never been much one for it.
Yet here she sat within Common Laboratory 15A, the blank pages of one of her two books in front of her just waiting to be filled. The tall woman opted to make this one her research journal for matters of general magical practice, nothing extremely specific just a place to keep valuable information. There were two hundred pages in the book; she had counted them in her spare time. The woman ran a hand over the first page, appreciating the feeling of smooth parchment and figured it was the one thing the Sahova’s did not skimp on.
The sorceress was dressed in rather rough and worn clothing, rags really that were dirty and stained with blood and sweat from days past. The simple shirt, pants and boots told the story of her time upon Sahova far better than mere words could. They had endured the initial journey, the first days, the hardships and had witnessed the horrific acts she herself had either witnessed or partaken in. They were a testament to the hardships upon an island where the undead reigned supreme. Upon her right ring finger was encircled a silver ring, encrusted with rubies and possessing the sigil of a burning scroll upon it. Her long dark hair was pulled into a high ponytail, her bangs framing her face but providing enough distance not to interfere in her work today.
Anna produced a small brush and lightly dipped the tip in a nearby inkwell, shaking it a bit to get rid of the excess ink. The midnight coated brush tip was brought over the top of the first page, where she started to write in her legible but somewhat cramped script. The letters were Nader-Canoch, and what she wrote could not actually really be accurately described as full sentences and were more in short notation form. The wording was rather simple, and one might very well question the letter placement in the writing. Then again, Anna was hardly the best writer of the Ancient Tongue.
Spirit Transformations: Trial #1
Goal of Trial: Understand the limitations upon ghosts. Discover weakness. Discover strengths. Obtain advantage in future deals with spirits.
Presiding Wizard: Annalisa Marin
Assistants: None.
Subject of Study: Fubuki Kouri Snowsong
Anna finished her initial writing, going over the words carefully and moving her lips as she did to sound them out and get a feel that those were indeed the words. Her speed was extremely slow in writing down even just this, and a few times she obviously needed to stop to think about what she was writing. She was doing it like this in part because learning how to properly write the Ancient Tongue was the next step in her mastery of it. The sorceress had a good grasp of proper grammar, however if she really wanted to master it she needed to achieve literacy.
The dark haired woman set her brush down and simply leaned back in her chair, her grey eyes scanning around as they searched for her adoptive daughter. She had informed the girl that she would be needing her presence in the Common Labs, though in hindsight she had neglected to inform her exactly where in the Common Labs to search. Anna simply shrugged and figured that Kouri would find her soon enough, in the mean time she had the chance to ponder over exactly how this experiment would go. It was a stroke of good luck she had opted to take a ghost on as her adoptive daughter, as it opened up plenty of opportunities to experiment in the field of Spiritism.