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A Real Eye Opener

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Jazz:
Jazz steps into the library, holding the door open for Clair and looking around. There were a few ponies in the large building, quietly reading or browsing the shelves. The mare at the front desk, seeing them walk in, gives a little wave, which Jazz returns with a grin. Once Clair is inside, she steps over to him, ready to help guide him around. She walks forward with Clair in tow, giving another smile to the librarian as they pass on their way to the section on medical spells. They'd been there several times before, so she knows the way perfectly. A minute of walking later, and she guides Clair to a table and looks around at the books on nearby shelves, trying to pick out titles that might be useful.

Clair:
Clair smiles all the way through the library as Jazz guides him, leaning against her.  His steps are never precisely loud, but he's extra careful here not to disturb the quiet atmosphere that he enjoys so much, whether being read to by one of his family, reading with one of their sight, or independently reading one of the braille volumes carried here.  Always accompanied by somepony he loves, of course.

When they reach the table, he sits at it, folding his hooves in front of him and facing forward, head slightly downward.

Jazz:
Jazz looks through the shelves of books, taking out anything that seems useful or interesting and stacking them on the table. A few are in braille, and she sets these closer to Clair, in case he wants to get started on that while she's looking through the shelves. She goes all the way down to the end of the row, and after taking a glance to make sure Clair doesn't need anything, pulls out a book and starts skimming through it. It's not directly related to why they're here, being a book on the history of medical magic rather than a guide. Still, it could possibly have something useful, if only to help have an idea where to look.

Samiel Sirocco:
Math. There was something about it that Samiel found intriguing; ranging from simple to complex to outright theoretical, it's applications are as flexible and diverse as nature itself. The Pegasus was quite fluent in the language, spending much of his time in business and management he had to be. However this new venture of his would require it but in a completely different field of knowledge. And as with any new venture, Samiel wanted to plan as much as he can before taking any action, which has led him to the Canterlot library for research. The stallion has already been in the city for two weeks, taking in sights, absorbing the culture, simply becoming a tourist for a bit before delving into his work. With a pencil and notebook tucked under his wing he enters the library and looks around, taking in the sight of available knowledge before him. A smile begins to form in his face, excitement taking hold as he continues forward past the shelves and rows of books of various subjects. Samiel lightly pushes his glasses up as he looks around for the sections of books needed for his research. A tad confused, he ends up in the medical section and decides to sit at the end of a table shared by a unicorn a short distance away. He pulls out his notebook, opening to a blank page and staring at it with a pondering expression. A moment later he takes his pencil and presses it against the lines, not really making a mark due to the lack of ideas. After some time his excitement begins to fade to disappointment as the Pegasus lightly taps his writing utensil against the pad; his cheek resting on his hoof in the meantime. 'Ugh, how do I even start this? Should I work on the design or the costs? Perhaps I should list the engineering obstacles or...' Before he knew it Samiel was fiddling with the ankh that hung around his neck, placing the pencil down and just staring at the notepad with a disappointed stare.

Clair:
Clair runs a hoof over each book as Jazz brings them over, just to get a feel of them.  He could, of course, read the braille ones without any help, and some of the hardback ones with the imprinted lettering if he tried hard enough.  That could wait for Mom, though.  While he's waiting, though, he hoofs over the braille ones.  Magic Eye.  That one has possibility.  He'll put that in the maybe pile.  Which happens to coincide with the non-braille pile, simply because they're all maybes.  Because if they depend on sight to be able to read, what are the chances they'll be able to teach spells to assist him specifically?  Granted he's a little bit advantaged in that regard, but...

Open Your Eyes.  Check.  Clair smiles a little bit more at his internal joke.  They're only about half-open right now, of course, but that still counts, right?  Another maybe.  A couple more books on the stack.  The Unseen World.  So, all of it.  What an apt title.  He almost puts that on the next pile as well, before he notices a subtitle that he missed.  Seeing Even What Others Do Not.

Interesting concept.  Surely it couldn't be implying that he could see things a normal pony couldn't.  But...it *is* in braille, so it must have some application for blind ponies...and it intrigues him.  He doesn't read the final title yet, leaving it where the stack was started to open up his chosen book.  He skips over the table of contents, something he never uses anyway, and goes straight to the foreword, face forward as he runs a hoof over pages that to most ponies might as well be empty.

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