Rosemary's pov:
Quietude was what met me the moment I went through the apartment door. Well, that and the soft handling of paper coupled with the huffing and puffing of a frustrated soul.
Following those sounds, the image that meets my gaze sort of stuns me in place.
Izzy sat on the living room floor, surrounded by white sheets of papers, forming a closed barrier that nearly consumed the entirety of the space.
"H…Hey…," my eyes keep on quickly darting from one page to another as I drag the greetings through my lips.
"Oh! You're home," she barely even lifts her head.
"So…, What are we doing?" eyebrows furrowed, I tiptoe around in order to slither between the pages without stomping on them.
Although, a few glances at their content were all I needed to understand her activity.
"Runes?" Looking from the pages up to Izzy, the grimace on my face remains until an answer is provided.
