[Given permission, Sypha springs back to her feet and beelines for the shelves. She plucks the little doll up and turns it over in her hands as Adrien bangs about in the kitchen area. Is that a turnip for a head? And a little yarn wig?
Biting off a giggle, she returns the sad little thing to its spot and begins tracing her eyes and fingertips over the books. Funny, she can still read just fine. The Horizon's effect on her memory seems awfully selective. Some of the titles are so esoteric that she may as well be illiterate, though. She grabs the most incomprehensible of the lot and flips to a random page.
The diagrams she's faced with are so complex, they're basically a form of art in their own right. Spidery handwriting labels the component parts of complex symbols embedded in circles embedded in triangles bracketed by yet more runes. It's a geometric orgy, but beautiful for all that it makes her head swim.]
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Biting off a giggle, she returns the sad little thing to its spot and begins tracing her eyes and fingertips over the books. Funny, she can still read just fine. The Horizon's effect on her memory seems awfully selective. Some of the titles are so esoteric that she may as well be illiterate, though. She grabs the most incomprehensible of the lot and flips to a random page.
The diagrams she's faced with are so complex, they're basically a form of art in their own right. Spidery handwriting labels the component parts of complex symbols embedded in circles embedded in triangles bracketed by yet more runes. It's a geometric orgy, but beautiful for all that it makes her head swim.]