22nd of Fall, 518AV
Three down, nine to go. Then there were seven whole books to do. It dawned on her, that this stack of work was not going to be a few days of work, but could take up a healthy chunk of the season. She ought to be grateful for it, since it gave her a list of things to do in the Enclave, and reason to keep coming. Of course if she was needed elsewhere, she would go elsewhere, and if other things were needed within the enclave, she would do them. But for now, copying was her priority. The Valintar had told her that there would be prioritized work for every person, but because she was considered unskilled labor, it was not guaranteed. Still, the Chiet had the wish that within time she could elevate to Avora, and not only get more pay, which will get her out of this place quicker, but more respect as well.
No one had a particular desk, but since this Deks held the stack of common scrolls and books, Lani thought it was safe to assume it was hers. Prepared to start again, Lani picked up the next scroll to inspect it before going to gather the supplies needed to copy it. There was the faded black ink, but no other colors, gratefully. The scroll had been ripped in a few places and was pinned back together, which made the words visible, but did not allow for the thing to roll properly, forcing it to remain folded which put creases in the ink, and was not favorable. As she skimmed the text, she realized it was an encyclopedia on agates. Boring.
Then again, she wasn’t here to learn, merely to copy. Whether she found yet another list of things to be boring or not, was not her job. It helped when she found it interesting, but in theory she was lucky enough that it was even in common. She could be dully copying words in a language she did not understand, so this was technically a benefit. Lani set the scroll down, assessing that she would need the glue powder again, fourteen sheets of paper, a black inkwell and quill, a rolling dowel, and that would be relatively simple. Long, but simple.
The mixed blood immediately set towards the back room, this time having a better idea where the things she needed were. She grabbed her inkwell and quill from yesterday, perused the drawers for the right one that held a standard sized dowel, and then snagged a leather strap for holding the scroll together. She then pulled a container of glue powder and the small clay dish for mixing it, then a brush. She set all those on the work table in the center of the room, and assessed the parchment situation. After pulling out fourteen prime pieces, she grabbed ruler and a razor, and set them on the table to begin cutting them into standard size. Again, she piled the scraps into the container made for them, and grabbed an extra sheet of paper for testing the quill on, not bothering to cut this one. The mixed blood took an extra chime making sure she could balance all of her supplies in her hands before she returned to the Enclave to begin her work.