Alizarin studies

[walkonair]

Humming lightly, a lady in red-and-yellow walks into the Alizarin Academy with a light step. Pausing for a moment in the door, she glances towards the library first, but then turns, walking in to Shoeman’s office. With a sunny smile, she introduces herself, and chats to him for a short time about the library, and the Academy, before bidding him farewell and making her way into the library proper.

She spends the next hours slowly making her way around the rooms, browsing the bookshelves, and familiarising herself with the organization and cataloguing system in use.

At a couple of sections of particular interest, she stops and lingers, absorbed in the contents of the shelves. Once or twice, she seats herself at a table, takes some loosely bound sheaves of paper from a satchel, and proceeds to make some neat, detailed notes.

At the end of the day, she collects her things, bids Shoeman a pleasant goodbye, and walks out of the doors into the Marsember evening.

[walkonair]

The young woman returns once again, arriving at the Academy early each morning for four or five days together rather than her usual tenday visits. Each day she greets Shoeman with the warm pleasantness of a regular visitor to the library shelves and, once pleasantries are exchanged (and a bunch of cherries left behind on his desk), makes her way to a desk in the library proper and settles in.

She spends hours absorbed in research, selecting a book here and another there to read or scan, often cross-referencing to other tomes and histories. Her interests seem wide, and vary from military histories to collections of bardic works and stories to commonplace catalogues. Details of volumes consulted and pertinent findings are recorded and sketched neatly in a small notebook, other sections of which are also consulted as her investigations and readings progress.

At the close of each day, she returns all manuscripts whence she found them, collects her notes, bids Shoeman farewell, and ventures out into the Marsember night, softly humming a melody about the evening star.


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[walkonair]

Arriving mid-morning, the young woman steps out of the sunshine and into the quiet hall of the Academy. She greets Shoeman cordially, and spends some time speaking quietly with him. Concluding the conversation, she gifts him with a punnet of strawberries and moves into the Academy library.

She spends the day reading through reference books, moving between different sections of the library as the research directs. In the late afternoon, she collects her notes and belongings, returns all books and tomes to the shelves, and exits into the streets of Marsember.

She returns on similar visits every three or four days, systematically making her way through the materials and tomes.

[walkonair]

This week, the young woman visits the Academy carrying a large box. After her customary light conversation with Shoeman, she presents him with a basket of fruit and bids him a cheerful "happy un-birthday". Then, toting her box into the library, she settles down at a quiet table to one side of the room and begins her research project for the week.

Various parchments, papers, inks and pencils are taken from the box, and stacked or laid in neat rows upon the table. Having set up her temporary work space, she then browses the shelves and carefully selects tomes and collections that seem to suit, bringing them back to the table for further study and in-depth perusal.

With close reference to the original material and measurements, she drafts and scribes to parchment and paper, occasionally blotting an ink-stained finger on rags. Each inked copy is laid out individually to dry until the table starts to look like a checker-board quilt, while pencilled documents are stacked within her box.

Each day upon finishing, she returns all original texts and collections to their shelves, stores her papers and writing materials in the box, and quietly leaves the Academy to catch the last of the late afternoon sun.

[walkonair]

The young lady in red-and-yellow arrives earlier than usual for her regular visits to the Academy. As always, she greets Shoeman first, with a sunny smile and short chat, before moving on to settle at a table in the library.

She spends the day completely absorbed in reading on any public records she can discover, from housing and public works, to city and countryside maps. Copious notes are made as she studies and cross-references, and she continues working until late into the night.

Finally, when the words are blurry on the pages, she slips out of the Academy doors, only to return and repeat the process on the morrow.