20th of Winter, 516 AV
Rey stood before the sunken conundrum once again, his eyes roaming over the wall of rippling water. This place always gave Rey mixed feelings. On one hand, a library, filled to the brim with books overflowing with knowledge and learning, this bastion of Eyris's grace, was a blissful haven for one such as himself, who craved information with every fiber of his being.
On the other hand, his attempts to absorb the contents of every book in this place was stymied by one slight, unfortunate detail.
Rey was absolute shyke at reading. It wasn't his fault, of course. Snake tongue didn't have a written form, and Arumenic hadn't been a major part of his education. So reading in the common tongue, which most of these books were written in, was often a struggle. Rey had made some headway over the years he'd been in Alvadas, and could comprehend many of the simpler books, but the ones he really wanted, the most interesting books seemed to be written in more complex common. The flowery script some of them used hardly helped either.
Rey was here today to remedy that. He'd read books to learn other facts and skills before, but he'd never read books specifically to learn how to read before. He glanced down at the journal in his hand. And write, he amended. He might as well practice writing while he was here.
Stepping forward, Rey pushed through the wall of water, and took a deep breath as gills flared open at his sides. Pushing off from the ground, Rey propelled himself through the water, his movements still awkward after all this time in the library. Half swimming, half bouncing, he made his way over to the base of the nearest shelf.
It was a little too much to say that he really understood the shelving system, but Rey figured he had at least a rough idea of which subjects were where. Assuming that they hadn't rearranged it again, which was unfortunately plausible. Glancing at the nearest shelf, he squinted at the book titles.
This self looked to be filled with sailing texts. What about on top?
Pushing himself upwards, Rey flailed his arms around until he started sinking again, then reached out to grab ahold of the shelf. Glancing around to check that there were no librarians nearby, Rey began to climb diagonally, using the shelves as hand and footholds, shuffling along the edges, stopping every once in a while to check the book subjects.
Knot tying. Nope. Personal accounts. Nope. Fifteen books that looked identical, except each had a different language on the cover. Rey frowned at them. Probably not.
Sighing, Rey turned to swim to another shelf. This could take a while.
Rey stood before the sunken conundrum once again, his eyes roaming over the wall of rippling water. This place always gave Rey mixed feelings. On one hand, a library, filled to the brim with books overflowing with knowledge and learning, this bastion of Eyris's grace, was a blissful haven for one such as himself, who craved information with every fiber of his being.
On the other hand, his attempts to absorb the contents of every book in this place was stymied by one slight, unfortunate detail.
Rey was absolute shyke at reading. It wasn't his fault, of course. Snake tongue didn't have a written form, and Arumenic hadn't been a major part of his education. So reading in the common tongue, which most of these books were written in, was often a struggle. Rey had made some headway over the years he'd been in Alvadas, and could comprehend many of the simpler books, but the ones he really wanted, the most interesting books seemed to be written in more complex common. The flowery script some of them used hardly helped either.
Rey was here today to remedy that. He'd read books to learn other facts and skills before, but he'd never read books specifically to learn how to read before. He glanced down at the journal in his hand. And write, he amended. He might as well practice writing while he was here.
Stepping forward, Rey pushed through the wall of water, and took a deep breath as gills flared open at his sides. Pushing off from the ground, Rey propelled himself through the water, his movements still awkward after all this time in the library. Half swimming, half bouncing, he made his way over to the base of the nearest shelf.
It was a little too much to say that he really understood the shelving system, but Rey figured he had at least a rough idea of which subjects were where. Assuming that they hadn't rearranged it again, which was unfortunately plausible. Glancing at the nearest shelf, he squinted at the book titles.
This self looked to be filled with sailing texts. What about on top?
Pushing himself upwards, Rey flailed his arms around until he started sinking again, then reached out to grab ahold of the shelf. Glancing around to check that there were no librarians nearby, Rey began to climb diagonally, using the shelves as hand and footholds, shuffling along the edges, stopping every once in a while to check the book subjects.
Knot tying. Nope. Personal accounts. Nope. Fifteen books that looked identical, except each had a different language on the cover. Rey frowned at them. Probably not.
Sighing, Rey turned to swim to another shelf. This could take a while.
Snake Tongue : Common : Arumenic