2nd Fall, 513 AV
Tsaba loved being so close to a library. Even after spending most of her life in close proximity to one, she took care not to take the luxury for granted.
She was becoming very familiar with the library's general layout and never became lost any more. Even though she'd never had use for certain sections, she knew where they were.
So her steps didn't falter as she headed for the shelves of books on religion.
Gods weren't something that Tsaba ever gave much thought to. They were there, they did their jobs, she did hers. She was no priest and they weren't really relevant to each other. But merely learning glyphing wasn't enough to properly develop her theory on its origins. If she wanted to show that glyphing was a gift of Qalaya, the original language, the divine language, and that other written forms of nader-canoch were mere shadows and historical artefacts, then she needed to understand the being that she was claiming as their benefactor. She needed to know about Qalaya.
To Tsaba, every book and every library was sacred. But she had the feeling that anything about the divine should be treated with even more respect. So she didn't touch the shelves as she passed books on Laviku, Rak'Keli, Zulrav... why didn't Qalaya have a temple in Zeltiva, anyway? It was a city of academics! ... and paused only when she reached Qalaya. After several chimes' deliberation, she donned a woolen glove to protect the book from her skin and carefully pulled down Word of the Inscriptrix -- the History of Writing and Religion.
It would be a good start.
Tsaba loved being so close to a library. Even after spending most of her life in close proximity to one, she took care not to take the luxury for granted.
She was becoming very familiar with the library's general layout and never became lost any more. Even though she'd never had use for certain sections, she knew where they were.
So her steps didn't falter as she headed for the shelves of books on religion.
Gods weren't something that Tsaba ever gave much thought to. They were there, they did their jobs, she did hers. She was no priest and they weren't really relevant to each other. But merely learning glyphing wasn't enough to properly develop her theory on its origins. If she wanted to show that glyphing was a gift of Qalaya, the original language, the divine language, and that other written forms of nader-canoch were mere shadows and historical artefacts, then she needed to understand the being that she was claiming as their benefactor. She needed to know about Qalaya.
To Tsaba, every book and every library was sacred. But she had the feeling that anything about the divine should be treated with even more respect. So she didn't touch the shelves as she passed books on Laviku, Rak'Keli, Zulrav... why didn't Qalaya have a temple in Zeltiva, anyway? It was a city of academics! ... and paused only when she reached Qalaya. After several chimes' deliberation, she donned a woolen glove to protect the book from her skin and carefully pulled down Word of the Inscriptrix -- the History of Writing and Religion.
It would be a good start.
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