[Sieglinde's nose has been practically touching the inner binding of the book since she got it, but she isn't even anywhere near the end- it's in a language she reads but isn't fluent in, and she's picking at every detail, currently pouring over a page that described the summoning of light.
With all her concentration focused on the tome, it took her a moment to register the sound of the teacup, Sebastian's voice, finally looking up-
And wincing. Ow, her neck- how long had she been bent over that thing?]
- It is a spell book, Sebastian, one not of our world. Look!
[She offers just that, a childish joy overtaking her face.]
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With all her concentration focused on the tome, it took her a moment to register the sound of the teacup, Sebastian's voice, finally looking up-
And wincing. Ow, her neck- how long had she been bent over that thing?]
- It is a spell book, Sebastian, one not of our world. Look!
[She offers just that, a childish joy overtaking her face.]