“So what exactly are we looking for?” Kaneya asked. Among the dusty, moldy tomes in the Archives, she held her breath, trying desperately not to sneeze, but failed. Outside, she could almost hear Dayiath’s own sneeze accompany hers.
Erilde peeked over a gigantic, dusty book. “Something, anything that will keep Shaldeth’s attention and keep her out of trouble. Every time she hangs out with Ishkinth or Deimoth, or Egg forbid, both of them, something always happens!”
Kaneya smirked. The fun-loving sea green and the emerald green practical joker were not the best companions for the ever-curious Shaldeth if the point was to stay out of trouble.
“So is that why you’re reading…” Kaneya scanned the title of Erilde’s giant book, “’A Brief Treatise on Ancient Toys and Games’?” She snorted. “Sounds like something an apprentice Harper would write on punishment detail!”
“It must be exciting to be a Harper,” Erilde said wistfully, “Getting to teach history and make it at the same time!”
“I don’t know,” Kaneya answered sourly, “You’d have to be really lucky to be at the right place at the right time when history’s made. Usually a Harper’s running around, getting second-hand information after the fact, when you can’t tell truth from lie.”
“But isn’t that still good?” Erilde asked. “At least people know something’s happened!”
“True,” Kaneya replied. Then an uneasy thought crept into her mind. How many things in history have been covered up or erased because a Harper got there first?