Stella sits on her bed with her legs and skirt folded underneath her as she flips through pages, scratching notes, drawing diagrams, blocking out time slots and mumbling to herself.
"...But then that only leaves six hours for studying and copying star charts and geography...I suppose I could make my own later but..."
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"Do you want to come, girls? It will be a great chance to get to know each other better and I'm dying to see you in action!" She gently jostles Stella.
"Dying?!" Stella starts and looks up, eyes wide.
"What? Oh, lost caravan...er...not sure..."
Why are lost caravans probably destroyed by bandits and monsters so common...? she bemoans. Over the last decade or so, the Ten Towns had significantly reduced attacks like that, but not so here, it seemed. Probably why Candlekeep had to be a
fortress, and not just a library.
"I mean—there's so much I have to see!" She bounces on the bed slightly and turns her tome around, revealing a map of topics times and locations even an expert archeologist might have trouble deciphering.
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"There will be plenty of time to read after. I know I want to see their music library and I have to read Keggruk's book. This will help pay for copied excerpts."
She bites her lip and plops her tome back on the bed, resting her elbows on the bed and her chin on her fists.
"I'm not sure there is enough time, but...copies..." She gasps, her sparkling eyes lighting up.
"That's it!"
She stars flipping pages.
"If I can find a way to quickly make copies myself, I could—"
She suddenly freezes on a set of pages. A few of the yellow specks in her eyes flash into to fiery red ones. She starts flipping pages and her eyes skitter across the pages, becoming increasingly horrified.
Throughout and atop the pages in this section of her tome were scribbles, blotches, and tiny handprints, littering the each sheet. One of them was signed
Papa, probably her father attempting some heartfelt letter she did
not want to read right now.
The rest...well, those were from little Glen—Papa probably left it on the table or something else idiotic when
he decided to vandalize her things. At least
Mama and
Lily, it seemed, had enough sense to leave them alone...
Stella purses her lips and inhales deeply...and keeps inhaling...and holds it...
"Well. I can scream about that later."
She slams her tome shut and hops off the bed, then forces a smile.
"Searching for caravan wreckage sounds great!"
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