10-01-2013, 12:30 PM
Aria had been staring at the paper focusing on nothing but the paper in front of her for nearly two days. Her mind was at ease for the first time since coming to Moscow. While the task was daunting, the relative peace and quiet of the study she was in was far more comfortable than some places in the Vatican libraries.
Sleep had come in fits. Her mind never stopped focusing on the docment she was trying to translate. She had no idea how to get into the past. The words meant nothing. But Aria could tell something was there behind the actual words. Not physically. But she couldn't access it.
Aria dreamt of the paper, of the segmented circled oroborous. Nothing made sense it was just her mind playing games on her sleeping mind. It was rarely restful. Aria would wake up in the middle of the night and return to her post.
It was early yet and Aria started again. She'd set her wallet to reminder her to sleep and to eat. It went off every hour to get up too. The bland sandwich she'd picked up at the market was only worth the energy it would provide.
Aria had finally decided that touching the paper was about the only option left. She didn't know any other way to get around it. Touching people always seemed to work. But she was still being very cautious. She stared at the paper and held her hand just above the print. The only thing that ran through her mind was the Regus coming in and yelling at her. It was going to take a lot more will than Aria had. Her hand hovered over the paper, waiting to talk her self into actually touching the paper.
Sleep had come in fits. Her mind never stopped focusing on the docment she was trying to translate. She had no idea how to get into the past. The words meant nothing. But Aria could tell something was there behind the actual words. Not physically. But she couldn't access it.
Aria dreamt of the paper, of the segmented circled oroborous. Nothing made sense it was just her mind playing games on her sleeping mind. It was rarely restful. Aria would wake up in the middle of the night and return to her post.
It was early yet and Aria started again. She'd set her wallet to reminder her to sleep and to eat. It went off every hour to get up too. The bland sandwich she'd picked up at the market was only worth the energy it would provide.
Aria had finally decided that touching the paper was about the only option left. She didn't know any other way to get around it. Touching people always seemed to work. But she was still being very cautious. She stared at the paper and held her hand just above the print. The only thing that ran through her mind was the Regus coming in and yelling at her. It was going to take a lot more will than Aria had. Her hand hovered over the paper, waiting to talk her self into actually touching the paper.