Fort Weyr - Library Archives
Surviving the ages is something that books are known to do, especially if they are left untouched for just as long. In this room, that's exactly what has happened. Put aside as trivial information or simply determined old enough to not impact present day life, these numerous articles stored in ceiling high shelves are the forgotten histories belonging to Fort.
Miraculously, the design of the room itself has prevented any of the books from damage. The rock base of which the room's foundation is actually one of the toughest rock known to man and cannot be surpassed by any creature living, while a layer of tiles of the smoothest stone gives this room a vibrant and mysterious appeal. The door itself on the room was sealed tight and allowed for a minimum amount of circulation, thereby preventing natural decay, although most articles may be brittle despite this. White marble has been used to create an insulating layer wall against the natural rock, giving the room an unnatural brightness and a enchanted atmosphere - while also giving it four distinct walls. The ceiling as well has been made smooth with an arching apex.
As for the books and mounds of information stored in this vault of information, the organization is clear. Books bound with hard covers are kept alphabetical in the towering skybroom wood shelves, where step ladders and scrolling ladders actually attached to the shelves move to assist a person in selecting a volume. The shelves are ornately carved, many crafted with a mastery none have ever seen. Meanwhile, scrolls have a sectional shelf where each scroll based on how they were itemized has a cubical square into which they are kept in. This shelf alone has over a hundred squares in which the scrolls stick out of. As well, any loose bits of information have been assembled in files that are stored in boxes along the back wall. Apparently, recording history takes up vast amounts of space and every where one looks in this room one would find a wealth of information. The ancestors of Fort live here.


A soggily wet winter afternoon is the perfect day for a bit of light reading, and as such Idralia has retreated to the Library to relax. The techie has selected a volume from the history section and laid it out on one of the tables, with a sheaf of notepaper assembled beside the tome. Careful of the brittle pages, Idralia skims through the text, writing down the a line here and there and occasionally copying entire passages.

Tamsyn can't teach every day, or the woman would never get a day off. Though Syn looks less than thrilled about the constant drizzle that is today's weather. It's quiet down here, almost like a tomb. There's not much activity at all, and either the harper is looking for that, or she's looking for a specific book. Her boots make soft noises on the stone ground, and she even nods at Idra, if the woman isn't too engrossed in her book to notice. And it's to the hard bound books she goes, her eyes wandering the expansive shelves.

Idralia glances up as another crafter enters, returning Tamsyn's nod of greeting. When the Harper moves over to the shelves she turns her attention back to her book, continuing to take notes. A moment later she is closing the text, setting her pencil aside and hefting the volume to carry back toward the shelves. It doesn't take long to return the book to its place on the shelf and once she has the techie stretches. "What are you looking for?" she asks Tamsyn, glancing toward the other woman with her arms still overhead.

"I don't have a clue." Tamsyn responds quietly, giving the techcrafter an impish grin. "I'm just putting off returning to the Hall until the rain clears up." Mark the woman paranoid after her broken ankle. It's true the rain isn't freezing on the ground, but it still makes for an unpleasant trip. "Master Keane understands." A look is given to the book Idra has slipped back into its home. "What're you down here looking at?"

"Dry reading if you don't have something particular in mind," Idralia observes as she relaxes back down to stand normally. "Ah, doing some family research, actually. Trying to trace back the family tree to any ties to the Weyr. My mother asked about it a while back, and I've finally got some free time to work on it," she explains. "It's also dry reading, but there is the occasional possible match mentioned in the resident rosters to track down."

Tamsyn lifts her shoulders in a shrug. "Harpers can by very dry people, sometimes." While her speciality may be vocalization, theater and instruments, that's not to say the woman doesn't appreciate occasionally reading old dusty records or other such items. "And then we go and liven ourselves back up with some 'liquid health'." Has anyone ever seen Syn drink? Probably not. "Mmm. Family history. At least I don't have to worry about my parents asking that. They /know/ where they came from." From a tiny cothold. On a plateau. Below Ruatha. Aka, nowhere.

"But at least you can trust Harpers to be factual," Idralia comments with a smile as she picks up her next book. "Some of this has been a bit… uncertain. Figuring out which account is the more accurate is interesting, at least." There's a quiet moment as the techie checks the book title and the first few pages to verify she has the right tome. "Oh, good, this is the next one. More lists of crafters posted, candidates Searched and Impressed, and babies born after flights, with speculation on who the father might be," she says, her tone amused. "My parents know when the family moved to Southern Boll, but it's unclear whether they family came straight from the Weyr to get there."

"Most of the time." Tamsyn remarks with a quirk to her lips. "I don't know if you've heard, but I can over dramatize things, sometimes." No… /really/? Not like 'fainting' during the middle of a snowball fight hostage situation. One eyebrow goes upwards at the book now in Idr's hands and the harper chuckles. "I actually like stumbling upon the rare record that was maintained by the weyrharper. Those are some pretty interesting reads. Tracing family lines just strikes me as a headache." Especially thanks to flight-babies.

"Over dramatization is different from complete fabrication. And the latter is more the problem," the techie explains. Idralia nods at Tamsyn's comment about the records. "I've seen a few of those. Most of what I'm looking at are straight population records, though, so yes, it is very headache inducing. But I have made some progress, and maybe someday I can hazard an educated guess on the matter."

Tamsyn just shakes her head again, looking at the shelves. "Someday. In the far future." There's a brief nod of her head before her eyes resume tracking. "Do you remember which ones those records might have been? With the way the sky looks I won't be leaving until tomorrow sometime."

Idralia chuckles softly, nodding again. "After years of research, I'm sure," she agrees. The question has her turning back to the shelves, chewing her lip as she tries to remember. "I think the second and fifth in this row, but I could be off by one or two volumes. I've been through a lot of them since I started this morning," she adds ruefully. "I don't know how much longer my eyes will hold up. Some of the writers had very poor, tiny, or cramped handwriting."

Tamsyn smiles, walking a few paces down the shelf to look at the the bindings to the books mentioned. "Going through multiple records might skew the positioning in your memory a touch." And the second book is pulled out gingerly, resting it on her arm to carefully open up the cover. "Mmm. Not the second." It's replaced and the one afterwards is pulled out. "That's the horrible thing. Even a harper or weyrwoman's records tend to be … tainted with perspective. There is very rarely a true, objective stance to our history."

"Or more than a touch, if it has been more than a day since I looked at them," Idralia adds with an answering smile. "I know what you mean. I'm glad that most of what I've looked at is straight census data. The few accounts of events I've had to read through have been a lot more difficult to organize. At least there are usually multiple entries regarding major events, written by different people involved, so I've been able to reconcile the salient points."

"Well, as far as the first book goes, you were only one off." Tamsyn remarks in a roundabout way of encouragement for the other crafter's memory. "This one is written by a Journeyman Ivine." And Idr's last comment draws a small noise of amusement from the harper. "But how long did it take to gather those salient points? With far more energy and time than necessary, I'm sure."

"Good to hear," Idralia says as she lugs her current book back to the table and opens it, reclaiming her seat and marking her notes with the necessary information to identify the new source. "It wasn't as bad as I can imagine. At least all the records were in one tome and grouped together. The hardest is verifying dates to correlate the timeline, since these are all before the AIVAS corrections to our calendar."

Tamsyn is moving over to a different seat herself, with the ancient harper's journal in her hands. It's with care that she sets it on the table and pulls up a chair for herself. "And verifying dates is never an easy task." She mumbles, her attention partially between the book and the techcrafter. She's nothing to take notes on, but then again, she's not reading for a specific purpose. And there's that whole thing of memorization, even for messages. Sort of handy in performers, or Harpers in general.

"True enough," Idralia replies before settling in to her work. She quietly flips through for some time, pausing on likely pages to read through the text, skipping other sections entirely when it is clear they don't relate to her search. Few notes join those already on the page and eventually she closes the tome with a sigh. "Well, that wasn't much help. This is going to be a very long project."

Tamsyn is quiet in her chair, her chin cushioned by one hand, to which the elbow is propped on the table. There's a faint upward quirk to her lips as she reads, moving at a much slower pace than her companion does. And Idr's words get a small start out of the harper when she remembers there is someone here with her. "Didn't we already come to that conclusion?"

Idralia chuckles as she rises with the book, heading over to reshelve it. "I suppose we did. At some moments it seems likely to be much longer than others, though," she replies. "I think I will halt on that rather unproductive foray and come back with fresh eyes and more interest at a later time," she decides as she eases the tome back into place.

Tamsyn makes no inclination of standing. No, she seems perfectly content to hunker down in that chair with her find for the day. "That's always a good idea." She replies, looking over her shoulder. "Fresh eyes and a fresh mind go a long ways in deciphering things." Syn offers up a grin to the techcrafter, but wisely keeps her services out of this offer. "I think I'm going to read down here a bit more. Ivine had an interesting sense of humor while writing."

"I certianly hope they make a difference," Idralia says dryly. "I feel like I made no progress with this one," she continues as she taps the book she has just shelved. "Have a good time reading that, then. I'm glad someone will. Catch you later," the techie says as she collects her notepad and pencil. "With any luck the rain will let up shortly."

Tamsyn lifts her hand in a farewell finger waggle. "I'm sure someone else enjoyed these once upon a time." Tamsyn remarks. They can't be the first eyes to lay eyes on the treasure trove here after all. Someone had to make it and store it all. "And thank you. I'm actually anxious to get back for a little training and classwork of my own. Enjoy your…" For a moment Tamsyn pauses. They've been awhile at reading, after all. "Day?"


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