 PHILOMATH ❅ not one atom, but two ♪ ♪ made of starstuff ❅ def main():
Sylvie was in awe. So much, in fact, that she almost forgot that Hawke was right there and she could be singled out at any second and asked to go home, and that there's a very real possibility that she'd over-estimated her ability to be able to actually do this without dying.
Mr. Banner's words were so grown up. Words like perimeter and debrief and "return on investment" whatever that meant. And all the other curse breakers were so tough looking, like real life video game characters.. Real life tomb raiders! Especially that woman, with the corset, and that other woman who had sand protectors, and those men too who were sort of scary looking. It dawned on the young seventeen year old, perhaps for the first time, that this was actually going to happen. She's actually going to step into an ancient Egyptian tomb that were, uh, the final resting place of "shaman-type figures", and she's actually going to go into never before explored chambers........... Wow. Just.. WOW.
Sylvie couldn't help it. Fear melted away as quickly as it had arrived, and was replaced by an unbelievable sense of excitement. Sure, it would be dangerous, SURE, she was probably (definitely) in over her head, but she'd never been so genuinely passionate about anything in her life. She wanted to see those chambers so badly, she wanted to learn everything Mrs. Tally had to teach her, she wanted to learn what to do and how to do it and how to protect herself and how to BREAK CURSES. She wanted to be just like all these capable, cool, curse breaking adults in the room. And BY MERLIN (and THRALL), she'd do it.
..... Wait, come again? Ancient Egyptian??
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Helo Banner began talking and Johanna von Brandt began repeating his words, silently, as the miniscule sand coloured quill spurred into action. She wrote down everything he had to say, and everything the - Johanna squinted at the letters on the woman's chest - Bella Drechsler said too. She did seem oddly familiar, Johanna noted after a few moments. Had they met before during her travels? The twenty three year old made a mental reminder to speak with her once the group got settled.
Johanna was here for some sort of story. Looking around the tent, she noted with no small amount of interest that there was a certain palpable tension in the air. Between the curse breakers? Between the curse breakers and the academics? Perhaps the trainees were going to stir up trouble? Johanna would record it all. At this exact moment her eyes were focused on a certain duo of curse breakers, but they dragged to the Professor present - a Kettleburn, if she remembered from her reading - when he raised his hand. Good, questions. They meant more information. Johanna loved more information.
__________________ yeah I like tеlling stories________________________
but I don't have to write them in ink_____
_____________I could still change the end |