The very complexity itself was beautiful. Spellbinding, even, if the audience will forgive the turn of phrase. It was unlike anything she'd ever seen, and she had seen a good many things even in her young life.

Her fingertips reached out to brush against the airy characters, and passed through them as if through air, a faint tingle the only trace they'd left--and she was certain that had she not seen through the spell, whether it had been through her knowledge it was there or her 'enlightenment' a moment ago, there would not even have been that. Everything about this gossamer web strung through the air and her mind was nothing if not subtle.

But, she recalled with a pang of regret, she would have no time to study it now. The gentleman with the phone would be returning, and there had been something about guards... Into her bag went the scroll of enlightenment, along with a few others, whichever ones her hand landed on, and a few objets d'art that jostled against her books.

It would have to do for now. But she would return, for certain.