Timestamp: Summer 18, 511 AV Wing walked along the inner petals. She was still new to the city and found it to be a fascinating place. It was nothing like the colony she had grown up in. The Spires was a place of learning and knowledge, and most importantly of acceptance. Wing had a thirst for knowledge and adventure both, and when she spotted the building filled with books her heart nearly skipped a beat. Wing walked inside and looked around with a sense of awe. Never before had she seen so many books before. Most of the ones she had seen had been in the Master's tent, or occasionally possession of a fresh slave. She knew how to read, but had rarely had opportunity to practice her skill. Browsing the various shelves she saw that many of the books were in common, though some were in languages she was not familiar with. Wing had learned to read common from the slaves in Din, and from the Master, but could read no other language. Picking up one of the books she read it's cover, An Account of the Circumnavigation of Mizahar. Wing quickly put the book down. I don't even know what that means, she thought to herself as she picked up the next book, Just Stay Home: A Travel Journal. She flipped it open to a random page and read: "Day 112: Today I encountered a beetle large as my hand and colored the most brilliant blue. I excitedly showed this miracle of nature to our Myrian guide, who promptly picked it up and bit into it." Wing snapped the book shut and replaced it on the shelf. She continued to browse for some time, nodding to the Jamoura attendant who was watching her closely, and eventually she came across an interesting looking book. 'The Secret Language of the World.' Wing picked up the book, intrigued, and flipped it open to a random page. Like most of the books in the building it was written on greenish leaflike pages in black ink. "..can be used to determine the exact path an object will take when a certain amount of force is applied at a specific point on the object and..." "Sounds important," she muttered to herself, "And smart." Wing turned to the Jamoura and held up the book. "How much for this one?" "That book?" The Jamoura asked as he stood and took the book from the Zith, looking it over. "Well, it is rather common in some parts of the world, and is not incredibly advanced.. Let's say ten mizas." The Jamoura handed the book back to Wing before asking, "Did you need anything else. Perhaps some paper And writing utensils for taking notes?" Wing nodded and the Jamoura retrieved the items, telling her the price of each. Okay, she thought to herself, That's 10 gold mizas for the book.. Five sheets of paper at four silver rimmed each.. So that's, Wing counted out the total on her fingers, Twenty silvers... Which should be two gold mizas I think. So twelve.. Yeah, that sounds right. One vial of black ink for another two gold mizas, so fourteen, and then the quill which is only five coppers... So that's fourteen gold rimmed mizas and five copper.. But all I have is gold, so fifteen. And he should give me back five coppers and nine silvers of I remember everything right.. Yeah, that's right. Wing reached into her satchel, which was heavily weighed down by the mizas she had acquired in her travels, and fished out fifteen of them. She was glad to be rid of them, but realized that with her change she would still be getting back fifteen coins... So really she was still carrying the same weight. And now she had a book, ink, paper and quill to add to that weight. Sighing a bit, Wing took her change and items, thanked the Jamoura, and exited the building. |