12th of Winter, 518AV
When Lani entered into the library, the thick and familiar dusty smell of the books welcomed her. She enjoyed coming to the Enclave for work, especially when she got to do copying. Her mind was set on finding a book that she could copy which she could bind herself, as the new skill she had learned remained fresh in her memory. Lani had enjoyed the tangible result of such work, and looked forward to doing it herself.
”Good morning Kavisan,” Lani whistled a greeting to the Enclave’s head librarian in Nari, and the man looked up from his material.
”Oh, hello Lani. We don’t have too much to do today, one of the Avora would like a journal of his copied. Do you feel comfortable with the Nari alphabet?” He spoke in monotone while still looking down at the texts he was pouring through. Nerves set to light her cheeks and she thought over the opportunity he was giving her. Clearly he had witness the improvement of her Nari over the past two seasons, but the mixed blood was still nervous about the idea of it.
”Yes, of course.” She smoothed her voice over in time to talk, trying to keep her face as calm as possible, even though he was not looking. She swiped a finger behind her ear, feeling the thick locks of straight black hair that she had braided together in the typical Inartan sense. Despite the physical aspects of her appearance that she could not change, she felt as though she blended in with the Inarta almost perfectly now. She wore their clothing, their hair, and spoke their language. Her talon sword did not come with her to the Enclave, the large weapon was too gawky and unnecessary, but with Narth’s help her skill was vastly improving, making for a proper swordsman out of the foreigner. Perhaps Kavisan was noticing more than just her progression with the language.
”Excellent,” He seemed to answer her before she finished speaking, picking up a ratted old journal from his desk and thrusting it towards the woman who stood over him. She took it gracefully with two hands, bowing slightly and then departed from his desk. Walking swiftly, she let the book land at her usual desk, among the other Chiet scribes, and then continued onto the workroom in the back. Lani selected the fullest black inkwell she could find and a fresh glass quill. She had always used feather quills, or sometimes metal, but never glass. She found she actually preferred the fine tip of the glass quill that did not scratch her paper and still carried the ink well. Lani made a mental note to acquire one, knowing that the glassblowers in Wind Reach were the best in the world.
Lani pulled out a few of the massive parchments, using a razor to cut them down to a size of eight by twelve, knowing she would be folding them once she was done. Additionally Lani grabbed a hard ruler, twine, and a rag. With all her supplies stacked neatly between her arms, she headed back towards her desk, setting her materials out in the way that she liked them. Before she took her seat, Lani ducked out of the bag that was strapped across her chest and one shoulder, carefully placing it on the desk. It held her chalk, which Lani had recently learned was very important for such a job. It was not the most common of tactics, so the material was not found in the workroom, but the Chiet did not mind bringing it herself, it was dirt cheap.
”Good morning Kavisan,” Lani whistled a greeting to the Enclave’s head librarian in Nari, and the man looked up from his material.
”Oh, hello Lani. We don’t have too much to do today, one of the Avora would like a journal of his copied. Do you feel comfortable with the Nari alphabet?” He spoke in monotone while still looking down at the texts he was pouring through. Nerves set to light her cheeks and she thought over the opportunity he was giving her. Clearly he had witness the improvement of her Nari over the past two seasons, but the mixed blood was still nervous about the idea of it.
”Yes, of course.” She smoothed her voice over in time to talk, trying to keep her face as calm as possible, even though he was not looking. She swiped a finger behind her ear, feeling the thick locks of straight black hair that she had braided together in the typical Inartan sense. Despite the physical aspects of her appearance that she could not change, she felt as though she blended in with the Inarta almost perfectly now. She wore their clothing, their hair, and spoke their language. Her talon sword did not come with her to the Enclave, the large weapon was too gawky and unnecessary, but with Narth’s help her skill was vastly improving, making for a proper swordsman out of the foreigner. Perhaps Kavisan was noticing more than just her progression with the language.
”Excellent,” He seemed to answer her before she finished speaking, picking up a ratted old journal from his desk and thrusting it towards the woman who stood over him. She took it gracefully with two hands, bowing slightly and then departed from his desk. Walking swiftly, she let the book land at her usual desk, among the other Chiet scribes, and then continued onto the workroom in the back. Lani selected the fullest black inkwell she could find and a fresh glass quill. She had always used feather quills, or sometimes metal, but never glass. She found she actually preferred the fine tip of the glass quill that did not scratch her paper and still carried the ink well. Lani made a mental note to acquire one, knowing that the glassblowers in Wind Reach were the best in the world.
Lani pulled out a few of the massive parchments, using a razor to cut them down to a size of eight by twelve, knowing she would be folding them once she was done. Additionally Lani grabbed a hard ruler, twine, and a rag. With all her supplies stacked neatly between her arms, she headed back towards her desk, setting her materials out in the way that she liked them. Before she took her seat, Lani ducked out of the bag that was strapped across her chest and one shoulder, carefully placing it on the desk. It held her chalk, which Lani had recently learned was very important for such a job. It was not the most common of tactics, so the material was not found in the workroom, but the Chiet did not mind bringing it herself, it was dirt cheap.