5th of Fall 515
Normally, the scholarly courier's studies took him no further then the Sanctuary's own personal library. But Xira's thirst could not be slaked by just a single source. So when he discovered that the Raven's perch was not unlike a library in it's own right, well... he had to go visit it himself. That day Xira closed up shop early and headed over to the scholar's hang out.
That said, he knew almost nothing of place. He had his own books though from the library, some rolls of parchment and his own personal notebook of course. It was exciting in it's own way, something that the courier only got when he was delving into mysteries and secrets.
T'kana looked up as he entered, her beautiful pale face neutral as she waved him over. "Entry fee is 5 silver rimed mizas. Since you are new, please be sure to remember that there is no food or drink in the 'Perch under any circumstances. Let me know if you see something on the shelves and I can grab it for you." She looked down and noted the book and its title under his arm, "You damage our books and you will have to buy it's replacement. Enjoy your afternoon of studying, call me if you need anything." The konti's neutral expression hadn't changed through the entire monologue. Once finished and the fee exchanged, she immediately returned to a book that she immersed herself so completely that it was a wonder that she was aware of anything at all.
Xira nodded and smiled, settling his things down at an empty table and went to explore the new surroundings. Such was a courier's instinct. Find the lay of the land before you do anything else. The entire room was very comfortable. Cozy even. It was long and narrow and filled with locked cabinets. Books and scrolls and exotic bound artifacts lined every available space beyond the protective locks. Where there weren't books there were comfortable chairs and there were stern and severe backed chairs, much of the former were taken and only those stern and severe themselves took on the straight backed former. Many of the clientale were older men and women, though many of the men were blue hued and yellow eyed. Interestingly there was a sort of order to them. They formed cliques or small exclusive groups or they sat apart content on their own thoughts; deep in study of one sort or another.
Xira wasn't necessarily there for the people though. He was more interested in the preciously hoarded knowledge behind the protective locks.
By the time he was finished and T’kana retrieved all the books that he requested the courier had a small stack around himself at his table. Books on geology for his Reimancy, books on mathematics for his business, books on the Gods and legends surrounding them for... a different project. There was little chance of finding magic books in there, and if they were there it was unlikely he would have found them. Xira learned early on that much of the books to be found were in a host of languages wholly unknown to him. He recognized Tukant and Nader Conach, though he did not know anything at all to be able to read them. Soon he hoped to have gone through enough classes to do so though.
First he supposed he better start with Geology. A Theoretical Field Guide to Semele's Body was promising. It was an older tome, hand bound in a deep red dyed leather. It's embossed lettering across its spine had a silver gilt that was faded due to what seemed to be great age. Thankfully it was written in common.
Unfortunately Xira did not have the foresight to pack charcoal or a pencil... only ink, which he did not trust himself to use around all these priceless treasures. He gave a prayer to Qayala for his lapse in memory, adding to it that he sought her blessing for this study session. "Oh Qayala, please forgive my absentmindedness." He said as he drew inwards. He closed his eyes and pulled on his lifestory, his soul and drew forth from that core of Earth a thread of Res. From his palm violet Res coalesced into a stream and cut short about the length of his palm, no thinner then a quill. He concentrated on the description of the specimen described on the page before him. He closed his fist not on res but a thin rod of something not unlike graphite. A stone that could be written with like charcoal.
He was so involved in his resulting work that he did not notice a fellow scholar taking a seat across from him. Instead he continued writing down notes from his geology book. It was actually much more simple than he expected. It explained how stone was actually the cooled remnants of lava, which was in turn Semele's lifeblood. It explained the nature of the kinds of stone out there and the difference between rock and mineral from a theoretical standpoint. But it was confusing as well, using metaphors that Xira didn't quite get.
He looked up, just for a moment, catching something out of his eye and frowned to himself. "Hello there, I got too caught up in my studies and didn't notice you sit down. Good afternoon." He said, his expression twisting back into its usual smile.
Normally, the scholarly courier's studies took him no further then the Sanctuary's own personal library. But Xira's thirst could not be slaked by just a single source. So when he discovered that the Raven's perch was not unlike a library in it's own right, well... he had to go visit it himself. That day Xira closed up shop early and headed over to the scholar's hang out.
That said, he knew almost nothing of place. He had his own books though from the library, some rolls of parchment and his own personal notebook of course. It was exciting in it's own way, something that the courier only got when he was delving into mysteries and secrets.
T'kana looked up as he entered, her beautiful pale face neutral as she waved him over. "Entry fee is 5 silver rimed mizas. Since you are new, please be sure to remember that there is no food or drink in the 'Perch under any circumstances. Let me know if you see something on the shelves and I can grab it for you." She looked down and noted the book and its title under his arm, "You damage our books and you will have to buy it's replacement. Enjoy your afternoon of studying, call me if you need anything." The konti's neutral expression hadn't changed through the entire monologue. Once finished and the fee exchanged, she immediately returned to a book that she immersed herself so completely that it was a wonder that she was aware of anything at all.
Xira nodded and smiled, settling his things down at an empty table and went to explore the new surroundings. Such was a courier's instinct. Find the lay of the land before you do anything else. The entire room was very comfortable. Cozy even. It was long and narrow and filled with locked cabinets. Books and scrolls and exotic bound artifacts lined every available space beyond the protective locks. Where there weren't books there were comfortable chairs and there were stern and severe backed chairs, much of the former were taken and only those stern and severe themselves took on the straight backed former. Many of the clientale were older men and women, though many of the men were blue hued and yellow eyed. Interestingly there was a sort of order to them. They formed cliques or small exclusive groups or they sat apart content on their own thoughts; deep in study of one sort or another.
Xira wasn't necessarily there for the people though. He was more interested in the preciously hoarded knowledge behind the protective locks.
By the time he was finished and T’kana retrieved all the books that he requested the courier had a small stack around himself at his table. Books on geology for his Reimancy, books on mathematics for his business, books on the Gods and legends surrounding them for... a different project. There was little chance of finding magic books in there, and if they were there it was unlikely he would have found them. Xira learned early on that much of the books to be found were in a host of languages wholly unknown to him. He recognized Tukant and Nader Conach, though he did not know anything at all to be able to read them. Soon he hoped to have gone through enough classes to do so though.
First he supposed he better start with Geology. A Theoretical Field Guide to Semele's Body was promising. It was an older tome, hand bound in a deep red dyed leather. It's embossed lettering across its spine had a silver gilt that was faded due to what seemed to be great age. Thankfully it was written in common.
Unfortunately Xira did not have the foresight to pack charcoal or a pencil... only ink, which he did not trust himself to use around all these priceless treasures. He gave a prayer to Qayala for his lapse in memory, adding to it that he sought her blessing for this study session. "Oh Qayala, please forgive my absentmindedness." He said as he drew inwards. He closed his eyes and pulled on his lifestory, his soul and drew forth from that core of Earth a thread of Res. From his palm violet Res coalesced into a stream and cut short about the length of his palm, no thinner then a quill. He concentrated on the description of the specimen described on the page before him. He closed his fist not on res but a thin rod of something not unlike graphite. A stone that could be written with like charcoal.
He was so involved in his resulting work that he did not notice a fellow scholar taking a seat across from him. Instead he continued writing down notes from his geology book. It was actually much more simple than he expected. It explained how stone was actually the cooled remnants of lava, which was in turn Semele's lifeblood. It explained the nature of the kinds of stone out there and the difference between rock and mineral from a theoretical standpoint. But it was confusing as well, using metaphors that Xira didn't quite get.
He looked up, just for a moment, catching something out of his eye and frowned to himself. "Hello there, I got too caught up in my studies and didn't notice you sit down. Good afternoon." He said, his expression twisting back into its usual smile.
Ledger: -5 GM Entry fee