Studying {Open}

[bushy]

Cerda had woken early that morning, roused by nothing in particular for no reason at all. Being the type to not be able to fall asleep once awake, the brown and white owl had left for the library. The sun was just slipping beneath the horizon as she left the hollow she shared with her parents and brothers, leaving a few last traces of the brilliant colors that had painted the sky. She admired them for a moment before taking off. She was headed for the dining hollow first to catch an early breaklight. It was finished quickly and she off for her real destination in no time. She wanted to get their early so she could study what her Gahoology class was supposed to go over that day. It was the histories of Soren, more importantly his first great victory over the Pure Ones. She had read it many times before already, it was one of her favorite stories to tell, but she wanted to make absolutely sure she had all of the details down.

So, the small young bird had searched through the books until she found it. When she got it down and laid out for reading, she noticed how old and wrinkled the pages were. The words were more faded than she remembered and some of the pages even had little tears in them. It was the normal reaction to being read far too many times by eager young owlets, but it still meant the book would need copying soon to keep the story intact. She would have to tell the ryb before class to make sure someone who could do it properly got word of it. Honestly, she secretly hoped that she would be entrusted with the duty. It would be wonderful to have her first copy in the library, but she only faintly hoped for it. She was still just a student, afterall. Yes, she had been tapped for Gahoology, but that didn't mean anything until she successfully completed her studies and became a full Guardian. Until then her job was to study and learn only unless otherwise instructed. With a wistful sigh, she began reading, picking up at Soren's first arrival to the Tree.

[Fin]

Kall's morning had been the same as always. He would always been the first to leave, creeping silently out of his hollow that he shared with the rest of the Co-rybs, all tired out from the previous day or night. Unlike the little White-face owl, they had all been out flying - flying high in the sky or above the water's surface, yet Kall ha dspent the day rewriting a book handed to him by his ryb. The only wind he had felt on his face had been the brief moments that he was out of the library, getting food in the dining hall or flying to his hollow to sleep. Whilst a Battle chawlet would think he was bored of the routine, they were wrong. It was one of the main reasons he loved his role, to recite books for future generations to read, his name in solid black ink to be found on the back cover until another owl rewrote it. It was a cycle he was happy to have had a part in.

Hopping along the branch outside of his hollow, the little owl surveyed the tree, watching the activity below before diving down. He fell into the flow of the traffic, swerving around larger owls and falling in behind others. Heading for the library, he only glanced at the dining hall, his gizzard contempt with leaving breakfast. Lightning down neatly into the entrance, he hurridley walked into the warm room. There was a part of the library specifically for the Ga'hoology classes to be conducted, as not to disturb anyone reading elsewhere. Kall flappe dhis wings and flew to the small desk-like platform, where there was a smaller shelf behind it holding incomplete books. There was also a list of books that needed to be sought out and be added to the pile, constantly being updated.

Picking out a hefty-sized book, Kall struggled to pull it out and ended up dropping it on the floor causing a loud bang to echo through the library. Few head turned, wide eyes staring at the co-ryb before continuing with their reading. Embarresment rushing through the small owl's body, he hid behind the desk, picking up the book and flying over the top. Landign near the reading-perches, he headed for his favourite spot, and it was then he noticed one of his students.

"Good morning, Cerda. A spot of reading before class? Might I say, 5th edition. Poor thing, she's looking old." The little owl said warmly. Some owls thought he was weird for regarding the books in such a way, but it was a common thing amongst his chaw, especially in the older owls. Lifting the book up gingerly in his talons, he flew to the reading perch beside Cerda's, placing the old book down gently before flying off to find his new copy. He returned with it, putting it beside the original.

_{(will convince myth to join soon xD)}

[bushy]

Cerda distantly registered the thud made when one of the other owls dropped a book, but didn't look up from her reading. She herself had dropped several books, her size a bit of an issue when it came to the larger volumes, so she could sympathize with the embarrassment of having all eyes turn to you with startled or disgruntled looks, depending on who it was. Usually disgruntled here in the library where the owls were working away at silent tasks. It was best to not look at all and just continue with her reading, especially if she wanted to get it all read before class started. Kall was supposed to teach that day and she didn't want to disappoint him with a misremembered fact, or worse, something entirely forgotten. That would have been horrible, and beyond embarrassing. Most of her classmates disliked her for being able to remember so much, so whenever she couldn't remember something they churred softly in the background but still loud to be sure she had heard them. Little did they know that this pushed her to study even more and learn everything she could so that it wouldn't happen again.

She had just reached the part where Soren was about to kill the evil Metalbeak when she heard Kall, the co-ryb of Gahoology and her favorite teacher, speak to her. "Oh, yes. You said we would be discussing Soren's first victory over the Pure Ones today, so I wanted to go over it once more before class starts. Yes, she is." She hooted a little sadly, looking at the poor book on the stand in front of her. "When I noticed her condition I was going to bring her to you this morning so she could be copied afresh." Cerda carefully said nothing about her desire to do it herself, thinking that he would probably just say no right away if she blurted it out without preamble. It was best to let him think of it himself, if he did. He was the co-ryb after all. The only reason he would appoint her to the task would be if he really thought she could do it, and she wanted the acknowledgment from him with no hinting or prodding from herself. So she remained silent after that, seemingly going back to her reading but keeping all her attention on the co-ryb to see what he would decide.

[Fin]

Hopping up onto the perch as she spoke, he found a comfortable position in which he could sit and extend his right foot to hold the quill. All the while, listening to the young chawlet, he thought of what an exemplary owl she was. Most owls were disappointed to be in the chaw, especially in their first years. They didn't liek coming to the classes and it took a while for them to actually enjoy them, but there were few owls like Cerda who did. Kall fondly remembered being placed into the chaw soon after his arrival, his knowledge and experience proving useful. He recalled the happiness he felt when he had found a home that actually wanted his qualities. He wasn't a good fighter, but he prided himself on having such extensive knowledge of both the Northern and Southern kingdoms and their history.

Turning to face the young owl, he paused when she had finished, eyes searching. Looking at the tattered book on the table and then back to the owl, he hopped off the perch, walking away. He disappeared behind a shelf of books, but a moment later he returned with a blank copy, the pages empty and the cover without author or editor. Hopping up onto the side of the reading-platform of Cerda's perch, he pushed the 5th edition aside, placing the clean book down next to it. They were both fairly small owls, so Kall didn't have to step down. Instead he stayed where he was, perched directly in front of her.

"I might as well teach you. One day you'll be doing my job, you must learn sometime." He said with a smile, eager to show her how it was done. "The first thing you must do - title. Now, I want you to pick up the quill and write on the front "Battle for the Great Tree". Underneath, the author is Lyze of Kiel, and editor, Cerda"

_{(I didn't know her surname xD It doesn't matter, however)}

[bushy]

When Kall hopped down from the perch next to her and went rummaging around behind a bookshelf, she thought that their conversation had ended without her desired result. Oh well, she thought to herself as she returned to her reading. One day she would start her work for the Tree, preserving its history. It wasn't so bad to wait just a little while longer, or that was what she told herself at least. She couldn't help but be a bit disappointed at the outcome of her talk with the co-ryb. He would probably be the one to make the next edition of the book in front of her, that she was trying to continue reading, but her thoughts kept getting in the way of her concentration. Cerda wanted to be useful, to do important work, and she felt like she was ready for it. Or at least, more ready than the others in her class.

She was so absorbed in her own depressed thinking that she jumped a bit and her feathers ruffled in surprise when Kall hopped up in front of her and placed a blank book in front of her. When he began to speak, telling her what she was supposed to do, she was stunned for a moment. Even though she had hoped for this to happen, deep down she hadn't really thought it would. She hadn't been able to really think of any reason for Kall to decide to let her do it herself. But now that it was actually happening, she smiled wide, her eyes shining happily as she picked up the quill. Cerda got her bubbling excitement under control enough to focus on her writing. This was real, not a practice. Other owls would be reading this for years to come and the writing had to be as appealing as the story itself. With controlled, practiced strokes of the quill she carried out Kall's instructions. When she saw her own name on the page in front of her a feeling of warmth filled her from talons to beak and she looked up at her teacher expectantly, waiting for him to tell her what to do next, or to hear his comments on her writing, anything really. Even if he said she had to start again because it was atrocious and unreadable, she honestly wouldn't care at that moment. She was doing something, something important for the Tree. No matter how long it took her she would keep working until it was done, even if she had to re-write the whole thing five times before it was good enough for the Library.