"Narrative poetry of the mid-sixth period." Inric's voice carries well, but it has taken Tiero several hours to be within earshot. Now he pauses at the threshold. Inric is standing with his back to the door, watching Copper, who is perched on the railing of the upper gallery. "Mrrp!" the bookwyrm says, but instead of continuing with the list he is holding, Inric turns to the door. "Is there something you wished to look up in this room?" "Oh, um. No." Tiero clenches his fist. "I wanted to ask thee - to ask you..." He gathers his courage and steps into the room. "Could I learn to do magic too? Not for my brother!" he hastens to add. "But K - Kelyn said she was learning magic, I thought..." he trails off, fidgeting with nerves. "I am not teaching Kelyn magic," Inric corrects him. "She is planning to learn from texts in the Library. And a good deal of trial and error."