History has its eyes on you

Sam came to her rescue. Maea smiled gratefully at him, glad for the aid as well as the company. She could probably have left at this point, but curiosity had her tagging along as the ginger led the way down the shelves and brought down a heavy looking old tome for Wessex. Intrigued by the age of the manuscript, Maea lined in to gaze in squinty eyed awe at the pages, her failing eyes straining to make out the scrawl. "I've never seen words like that before either" she supplemented unhelpfully. "But maybe there is a key somewhere? A book with translation, or something that could help decipher the text?" Looking hopefully at the myriad of books around them, Maea couldn't quite set aside the awe she still held for books. It felt s though they held all the knowledge in the world, and could magically hold the solution to just about any problem. If only she could see properly, and read better... she did not doubt for a second that an answer could be found in here. Maea Like morning dew Love will come again to you