30th of Summer, 512 AV
The hours ticked by slowly as Saige floated about the library, not really caring where the water took her as she lay down on her stomach over a book about her size. The book was an old journal written by a priest of Eyris, a goddess of wisdom and knowledge. Saige had picked it out from the towering shelves at random, and found herself so engrossed in reading that she had given Hinrane Morcer a few mizas to let her stay the night. And so the soft rays of light that broke through the windows slowly faded, and lamps were lit to illuminate the darkness with eery golden light.
The writing was much less a journal about the priest (or priestess) and more of a list of acquired information. Scattered about the pages of the book were quotes from Eyris' famous champion, Thomas Lomar. Saige understood the obsession when she reached one passage that read, "I can imagine the achievements we’ve made lost - in an instant - who then would look to recover them? Only those with a passion for History and a willingness to rediscover what was lost." the words resonated within her own brain as though the two were in synchronization. It prompted her to reach into her own bag and pull out a significantly smaller book, one that fit her size.
Things were getting complicated to keep track of, however. Whatever she wasn't holding onto simply floated away through the library's waters. So, she returned her book to her bag for the time being and put a firm grip on the Priest's journal. The swim was slow with Saige's small feet kicking at the water clumsily, the heavy pile of pages not making the journey easy. Still, she was glad that there was at least water there, or she would have trouble to make it budge. To make things easier, she merged her feet into one, long fish tail, the fins proving much more effective at the task.
She headed to an empty shelf, propped the book into a corner, positioning it until it agreed to stop moving from its position. Shelves proved much more comfortable to a being her size than the massive tables that floated about the building. She then swam over to a nearby lamp and brought it to her new spot, and shook her legs free of her swimming form. It felt good to have toes again. Finally, she pulled out her own journal, wedging it under the one she was studying. Quill in hand, she dipped he pen into her ink vial, which thankfully was not distilled by the water around it, though Saige did have to close the lid to keep it from wandering.
The question was, what method? There was no mention of gnosis in the book, only facts. Saige pondered it over, deciding that she best go on the hunt for more information on the goddess. She peered out of her cozy shelf, wondering which stack of books might contain what she was looking for.
The hours ticked by slowly as Saige floated about the library, not really caring where the water took her as she lay down on her stomach over a book about her size. The book was an old journal written by a priest of Eyris, a goddess of wisdom and knowledge. Saige had picked it out from the towering shelves at random, and found herself so engrossed in reading that she had given Hinrane Morcer a few mizas to let her stay the night. And so the soft rays of light that broke through the windows slowly faded, and lamps were lit to illuminate the darkness with eery golden light.
The writing was much less a journal about the priest (or priestess) and more of a list of acquired information. Scattered about the pages of the book were quotes from Eyris' famous champion, Thomas Lomar. Saige understood the obsession when she reached one passage that read, "I can imagine the achievements we’ve made lost - in an instant - who then would look to recover them? Only those with a passion for History and a willingness to rediscover what was lost." the words resonated within her own brain as though the two were in synchronization. It prompted her to reach into her own bag and pull out a significantly smaller book, one that fit her size.
Things were getting complicated to keep track of, however. Whatever she wasn't holding onto simply floated away through the library's waters. So, she returned her book to her bag for the time being and put a firm grip on the Priest's journal. The swim was slow with Saige's small feet kicking at the water clumsily, the heavy pile of pages not making the journey easy. Still, she was glad that there was at least water there, or she would have trouble to make it budge. To make things easier, she merged her feet into one, long fish tail, the fins proving much more effective at the task.
She headed to an empty shelf, propped the book into a corner, positioning it until it agreed to stop moving from its position. Shelves proved much more comfortable to a being her size than the massive tables that floated about the building. She then swam over to a nearby lamp and brought it to her new spot, and shook her legs free of her swimming form. It felt good to have toes again. Finally, she pulled out her own journal, wedging it under the one she was studying. Quill in hand, she dipped he pen into her ink vial, which thankfully was not distilled by the water around it, though Saige did have to close the lid to keep it from wandering.
Eyris - A powerful goddess, of neutral alignment. It is said she holds all the wisdom and knowledge of the world. He, or she, only writes about the past. I can't even tell approximately when this person was alive, because all the information dates back to pre-valterrian. One of the passages speaks about the sword of a Suvan warrior, apparently forged by a master smith. The initial owner was murdered and his sword was stolen by a thug. The murderer's reputation grew due to the beauty of his blade and was chosen to lead a Suvan regiment. The question is, how was this ever recorded? I doubt this thug had a hobby for writing. There is no source written in the journal either. Either the whole work is a lie, or this priest has alternate methods of obtaining the information. |
The question was, what method? There was no mention of gnosis in the book, only facts. Saige pondered it over, deciding that she best go on the hunt for more information on the goddess. She peered out of her cozy shelf, wondering which stack of books might contain what she was looking for.