→Seol/Astro 16: Remnants

[seol_plumfall]

Piled on a desk in an Aldor library: old notebooks full of scribbles, finely rendered landscapes, chaotic frenzies of stick figures; many copies of the same schoolhouse workbooks, painfully simple ones, with angry black marks or looping scribbles filling the answer blanks. A sketchbook, a real luxury item with bright white paper, a purple and gold Aldor symbol on the front, and not one drawing inside; a sewing kit, a set of blade-pens, a box of pigments; tiny bags of dried herbs that still smelled nice. And an envelope, stuffed fat with half-finished paper cuttings, figures carefully glued together, loose circles and triangles and squares.

At the front, on top of a small journal open to a page of neat Thalassian, a collection of notes scrawled in messy Common on bits of scrap paper, some slightly oil-stained as if they had been procured from a fishmonger. Collections of words: "feel" ... "things" ... "to be" ... "to grow" ... grouped by circles or linked by arrows, sometimes accompanied by small illustrative diagrams.

Little notes, ideas.

At the top of this pile,

The Light is things that be
xxxxxx ← (things)
the things of the things are be-things
mind to be
body things are to "nature"
minds make things to "Light"

To the right, a quill and a bottle of ink, hardly used. To the left, a small bottle of lavender perfume, warm from fingers being long curled around it. And just below the note, a little bit of writing in the Thalassian journal in an extremely shaky hand.

I can't do it.

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