Adonis stood over the Orrery, taking notes in his brown leather book. On the cover, he had taken the time to drawn a detailed interpretation of the view of the world from outside its gravitational sphere - it was unsurprisingly accurate.
Adonis: "Three degrees inclination-"
"Still here Adonis?" she said with a perturbed annoyance in her voice. The sign-up sheet has a 30-minute interval to prevent this very type of incident. Scholars so hate having to wait for someone else to finish using limited equipment, and the Scribes are no different.
Adonis turned around on a dime, his book snapping shut with a clap: "Hello, Master Scribe, I am just finishing up my notes. I'll reset the scales and dials for you." He moved with a nervous step, but a steady hand, toward the scales.
"Tell me what you are working on at this hour?" she said with the tone of respect that comes from decades of secret knowledge.
Adonis looked up briefly, before trying to deflect the question and ducking back down to the fine scales of the machines, hands shaking, "I-i heard you were there. So wh-"
"Don't know, but it died quickly enough. Now answer my question apprentice," she said, cutting him off with a deep command in her voice.
Adonis poked up, trembling, and in an instant started, "I-i-i am investigating the orbital paths of the moons. I have found evidence that they are growing closer-"
"Proceed then, I expect a full-written thesis on my desk by sunrise. And that is Master Scribe Oppia to you apprentice," She said with a cold fire.
Adonis rubbed his forehead, then sweeping his hair back out of his face with a steady hand: "Y-Yes, Master Scribe Oppia. R-right away Master Scribe Oppia."
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