<font color='#FDD017'>Day : 50th Month : Mia Year : Year 2 (i.e; two days after she met Meira and Aiolos, so Zeva, you're welcome here. ) Ziekara crouched behind the massive desk, her dimnutive form seeming so slight compared to the massive book that she was perched next to. It was a volume of fantasy, an old collection of classic tales that were now (usually) only passed on verbally in modern. She sighed softly and shook her head. It was an inferior language to the language of her heart - Ramathian - but she couldn't help it. How could she let all of those poor souls who refused to learn the classic language go without ever reading these stories. With a grunt anf resolution, she set back to her work. Translation was a rough business, but Zeikara was adept, thanks to her wonderful language teacher when she herself was a student at Janardan. With another grunt, fingers curled around the delicate writing instrument, she painstakingly translated the words from Ramathian into modern and scrawled them onto the page in her pristine handwriting. It sure was a slow day.</font>
<font color='698AAB'>Aiolos finds his way into the library, this time to return books he'd taken some time before to study. The leather satchel hangs about his neck, overstuffed with said books. As he moves through the doorway to start setting the books back where they belonged -for he'd memorized their former positions in the massive library- his younger sister trots in behind him, perky as ever. Meira leaves her sibling, much to his dismay (though in a library he couldn't very well nag her to follow him, and they both knew it, so she went her own way), and weaves her way through. A familiar voice is heard in a single grunt of boredom, and Meira grins, heading in that direction. "You sound like you need an excuse to run." Well, maybe Meira just needed that excuse. But she liked how it sounded, anyway!</font>
<font color='#FDD017'>The voice fell upon Zeikara's eyes, and she finished the sentence she was translating, laid down her pen, and lifted herself slightly over the massive book to look down at Meira with a slight smile. She peered past him, squinting her eyes, reading glasses perched precariously upon her muzzle. "Is Aiolos re-shelving his own books? He better be putting them back correctly... I'm a bit small to put them away myself, and my aides are ismply incompetent!" She shook her head, a comical frown on her brightly-colored muzzle. "Basic Librarians... ah, was I ever so helpless as them? Oh! I have something you must se- er... feel!" With that, she dislodged her reading glasses with a shake of her head, causing them to fall and dangle from a short cord around her neck, and leapt nimbly down off the desk, scrabbling a short distance into a small, cluttered office alcove. A rustling was heard from her looking through the papers, but she emerged again in a few moments, a thick leather folder gripped tightly in her jaws. She paced to the front of the desk and laid the folder on the floor in front of Meira, opening it hastily. The first page had no words on it but, rather, a series of raised areas. She'd experimented with different series of lines, dots, simple shapes, and a various assortment of other things. Some she'd fashioned with her claws, other with a small straightpin. With a grin, she called loudly for Aiolos, and then directed Meira to place her paws upon the sheet of paper. "Aiolos! Kyolp iyo kyna haja vyj u nynams? E huba tynashemd iyo'll gjyrurli ra emsajatsap em!" "Alright, there's a paper in front of you. I want you to carefully feel everything on it. Tell me if you can feelt he differences between them, and which ones you can feel best."</font>
<font color='698AAB'>Meira listened to the rustling and spoke as Zeikara brought out the item, "Yes, he knows this library inside and out. Or, well, just the parts he most often frequents. He should be doing it right." she nods, assured. Meira tilts her head down, and in a sudden flash "sees" the outline of the open leather folder. In that flash, she could also just barely see the raised area; but she had no control over her trade yet, so it wasn't long enough to do anything with. She gives her head a little toss, and as directed, places her paw on the page, to see with her paw, rather than with her mind. Aiolos stands up on his hind legs, one hand on a shelf, and the other, pushing a book into place on the highest shelf, inbetween two other monstruous books. He hears Zeikara's shout and with a final push in he calls back his reply, the first part mumbled more to himself, the second shouted, "Tsorryjm ryyc.. E'll ra jedhs shaja." Meira, meanwhile, was grinning. She runs her pawpads over the different textures, "I can't decide.. the more subtley raised marks are easier to glide across, but the more pronounced ones are easier to.. er.. see. Feel." her grins returns, and she brings her other paw up to see how her other fingers would deal and 'see' the sheet of paper. Aiolos, last book put in it's place, and leather sack empty, turns and walks towards the desk, seeing his sister fiddling with a sheet, and an excited Zeikara watching and helping. He studies the sheet, and his sister's delight, then looks to Zeikara, "Hyf lymd pep es suca iyo?"</font>
<font color='#FDD017'>She shook her head once, turning her gaze Aiolos, expression showing that she was thinking about his question before responding. "Tojgjetemdli, mys syy lymd us ull. Yv kyojta, E fut tengli nucemd jumpyn thugat ump gussajmt. Ymka fa vemp fhekh haj guft uja nyts tamteseba sfy, fa kum pabeta u titsan - aukh tinryl jagjatamsemd u fyjp - ump saukh iyoj tetsaj em u baji teneluj fui sy hyf fa saukh khelpjam sy jaup." She turned once more towards Meira, regarding her carefully as she ran her sensitive paws over the raised areas. Yes, yes... she could see what she meant by what she said, and simply nodded, watching for a few more moments before venturing forth with another question. "Is it difficult to distinguish between them? The bottom row is different series of dots, and the one above it is the same with small lines. Ca you tell where one block ends and next begins? Can you tell the difference between the feel easily?"</font>
<font color='698AAB'>Meira tilts her head, thinking, as she felt each row, slower, and more carefully, doing her best to give an acurate answer. "Its easier to feel the dots.. I can press my paw into the dots and get a clear indication of where they are. Line are the same way, but more difficult to feel a series of them." she shakes her head 'no' to the second and third questions, "Except for the spaces, they really just feel like a series of dots right now.." she was a little sheepish in her answer. Aiolos nods to his sibling, in a partially akward attempt at consolling her. Though, considering his history, he wasn't very compassionate, and had no practice being such. "Don't worry, Meira. Trial and error, that's how it'll be figured it out." To Zeikara, "Huba iyo vedojap yos u tajeat yv lassajt yj enudat shus sha pyst yj lemat fell naum, ias?" He wasn't being impatient, just curious. This was all very exciting to him (even if he didn't outwardly show it all that much); the prospect of his sister, in a way, reading.</font>
<font color='#32CD32'>OOC: Hey Zeva and Zelkara, if you are really interested in learning some about what you are probably about to achieve in Ramthian history, read the real story about Helen Keller. I think Zelkara is gonna make history. Plus, the word Braille in Beneshyem is Vbeylli BIC: In another part of the huge library, a metallic blue and silver mottled Pendragon wanders about the various sections, occasionally pausing to look at some old titles that are written in Benesyem such as "The Worlds of the Golden Masked King" and "Caslwaeyu's Plays and Dramas" (a kind of Ramathian Shakespeare), although he was really looking for the Healing and Medicine section, he didn't mind exploring it on the way since he understood the ancient language and grew up reading many such ancient works. Even though he heard the Librarian talking to two other Pendragons in the background, Kalyun continued his exploration when he found the section he wanted and thought to himself..."Ycui, myf fhaja py E tsujs....num, shaja uja ulys yv ryyct haja, atgakeulli tyna uda ylp seslat shus vushaj hut"</font>
