Saun 35th, Mid-Day, 718
Oh dear gods, it was cold.
Check that, it was freezing. Jon's shirtless and shoeless ways really weren't the best way to travel here, and he was glad he'd packed some of his things with him. He had boots on, thankfully, and a full shirt but even that wasn't keeping out the biting wind. Ymiden everywhere else was unbearably hot, but he had stepped from the oven of Kaelserad into the freezing winds of Viden. Good gods, what was Cylus like here? Utter and complete hell? He needed to find the library. He'd come on the 19th but five days wasn't a long time to acclimate. He needed to keep as little of himself outside as possible. He wondered how Victor dealt with it. How his Harvester was dealing with it. Of course, since the creature hadn't manifested inside of a conjunction he wouldn't have felt the cold yet.
'Believe me from the way you're shivering I have no want to.'Hob chuckled.'Be glad you have an excuse to bundle up. Explain away that furrow in your lips as an old battle wound but the topaz on your arms is fairly explainable to your casual arcanophobe. You're lucky someone doesn't try to mine you.'
"F-funny." Jon muttered to himself through gritted teeth. He got a little bit of direction from signs and the like, and when he stepped into the library relief hit him in the form of warm air. His eyes boggled at the sight of the books. Thousands of them, on every shelf, and three whole floors to study! He could spend hours here if they had somewhere to get a little spot of tea and maybe a pastry. Jon had discovered a passion for reading pouring over the notes he'd needed to find his first Aberrant, and this really was no different. It was so neatly organized, so inviting that he forgot about the chill leaving his bones and walked across the floor toward the first shelf. He wiped his hands as he examined the titles. Geology Compendium: Vol I, An Annotated History of Mining in Idalos...he'd stumbled upon a geology section. A wide grin spread his lips and Hob had to remind him to keep the second set buttoned tight. He wiped the frost from his hands and eagerly plucked one off the shelf, titled Common Gemstones and Their Uses. He leafed through it, scanning the pages, drinking in little snippets here and there.
There was so much he couldn't possibly focus! He hugged the book close to his chest like someone was going to take it from him. He added two more in quick succession: A Geological Survey of Ne'haer in 650, and one of the Geology Compendiums focusing on the corundum family of gems. Rubies weren't his favourite, amethyst was, but thumbing through the gigantic quartz family would take forever. He hefted the books and hurried up to the second floor. It was slightly less interesting. The arts, philosophy and design but nothing on the applications of magic to any of those three subjects. He was going to go to the third floor...but it was blocked off. He peeked over the barrier and caught one of the titles. Rupturing: Tearing Holes in Reality.
Jon's heart soared. He needed to get into this section. He set his books carefully down on an end table. Now, to get around this barrier. He looked around, and opted to try and sneak over.
'Careful, you're going to get us kicked out...'
Jon shook his head but didn't dare speak. An operation like this required stealth. He lost his balance and flipped over the barrier, landing hard on his back on the stone floor. The wind was sharply knocked out of him and heard Hob chuckle at him in his head.
Oh dear gods, it was cold.
Check that, it was freezing. Jon's shirtless and shoeless ways really weren't the best way to travel here, and he was glad he'd packed some of his things with him. He had boots on, thankfully, and a full shirt but even that wasn't keeping out the biting wind. Ymiden everywhere else was unbearably hot, but he had stepped from the oven of Kaelserad into the freezing winds of Viden. Good gods, what was Cylus like here? Utter and complete hell? He needed to find the library. He'd come on the 19th but five days wasn't a long time to acclimate. He needed to keep as little of himself outside as possible. He wondered how Victor dealt with it. How his Harvester was dealing with it. Of course, since the creature hadn't manifested inside of a conjunction he wouldn't have felt the cold yet.
'Believe me from the way you're shivering I have no want to.'Hob chuckled.'Be glad you have an excuse to bundle up. Explain away that furrow in your lips as an old battle wound but the topaz on your arms is fairly explainable to your casual arcanophobe. You're lucky someone doesn't try to mine you.'
"F-funny." Jon muttered to himself through gritted teeth. He got a little bit of direction from signs and the like, and when he stepped into the library relief hit him in the form of warm air. His eyes boggled at the sight of the books. Thousands of them, on every shelf, and three whole floors to study! He could spend hours here if they had somewhere to get a little spot of tea and maybe a pastry. Jon had discovered a passion for reading pouring over the notes he'd needed to find his first Aberrant, and this really was no different. It was so neatly organized, so inviting that he forgot about the chill leaving his bones and walked across the floor toward the first shelf. He wiped his hands as he examined the titles. Geology Compendium: Vol I, An Annotated History of Mining in Idalos...he'd stumbled upon a geology section. A wide grin spread his lips and Hob had to remind him to keep the second set buttoned tight. He wiped the frost from his hands and eagerly plucked one off the shelf, titled Common Gemstones and Their Uses. He leafed through it, scanning the pages, drinking in little snippets here and there.
There was so much he couldn't possibly focus! He hugged the book close to his chest like someone was going to take it from him. He added two more in quick succession: A Geological Survey of Ne'haer in 650, and one of the Geology Compendiums focusing on the corundum family of gems. Rubies weren't his favourite, amethyst was, but thumbing through the gigantic quartz family would take forever. He hefted the books and hurried up to the second floor. It was slightly less interesting. The arts, philosophy and design but nothing on the applications of magic to any of those three subjects. He was going to go to the third floor...but it was blocked off. He peeked over the barrier and caught one of the titles. Rupturing: Tearing Holes in Reality.
Jon's heart soared. He needed to get into this section. He set his books carefully down on an end table. Now, to get around this barrier. He looked around, and opted to try and sneak over.
'Careful, you're going to get us kicked out...'
Jon shook his head but didn't dare speak. An operation like this required stealth. He lost his balance and flipped over the barrier, landing hard on his back on the stone floor. The wind was sharply knocked out of him and heard Hob chuckle at him in his head.