The memories came rushing through her fingers like the light had been lit in front of her eyes where she could sense emotions and memories, words and talks which weren't much but faint, enough to be picked on. Vivian tried to single out what she wanted to hear and what she wanted to see. Some of the boxes didn't allow her to read or rather it hadn't been touched for years.
Walking around the racks at the below ground, she continued to touch them until she felt the faint whisper of touch on her tips which felt like a little shock. What was that? She asked herself. And just as she was surveying the boxes she felt her heart start to beat. This wasn't good, thought Vivian to herself.
She wanted to calm it down but instead of quieting it, it only thurmed that much in her chest making her clutch her chest with her hand.
"Lady Vivian?" called Dutan or the switcher from the other side of the room.
Vote for the book with your power stones.