29th of Fall, 518AV
Lani had happened upon the scroll while dusting one day. Most of the books and scrolls within the Enclave did not get used with any regularity, but it was still important to keep the shelves dusted and clean to be able to spot and prevent mites before they damaged the work too much. She had been hanging dried herbs in the corners of the shelves, and one scroll had fallen open. Either time had undone it, or someone hadn’t put it back correctly.
Lani picked the parchment up, expecting to see the chicken scratch of Nari printed on the parchment, but instead saw interesting looping figures looking back up at her. Scrunching her brow, she leaned against the massive shelves of the enclave to steady herself on the ladder and read the scroll, confused on what language it was. Through her travels, Lani had been graces to see most of the languages. The fluid script of Kontinese, the familiar text of common… which perhaps could be related to the looped writing in the scroll she held. They both seemed to share the same alphabet, although she could not decide what it was saying. It was some sort of alphabet that was similar to common, but just off enough that it was hard to understand.
Lani didn’t have time to ponder over the text though, whatever language it was in, it was in the wrong section. Rolling the scroll back in her hands, she scaled down the ladder, following the shelving until she reached Kavisan’s desk. Only he wasn’t there. Lani glanced around the enclave, grip tight on the weird scroll, and wondered where Kavisan could be. Her ebony eyes fell to her desk momentarily and then flitted to the scroll in her hand. It wasn’t illegal if she simply copied down some of the words within the scroll? She knew someone who might know the language.
After a few ticks to decide, Lani swooped in on her temporary desk for the day, pulling a parchment and uncorking an inkwell. She dipped a quill and began copying down the script
Abase abast isikai. Nadert vinotl, nadert zapa.
For some reason Lani’s palms were sweaty. It was not illegal to copy down work that was open to the public, she was doing nothing wrong. But she got the feeling this scroll was misplaced, and that she shouldn’t be reading it, and so copying words from it seemed wrong, although technically were not. Abandoning the writing utensils, she straightened up, rolled the scroll in the odd language up once again, and began seriously looking for Kavisan, deciding to head towards the back room. It was nearly the end of the work day, surely he was doing something back there. But she only got halfway to the back rooms before she saw the Avora that ran the Enclave.