After dismissing everyone with a promise to begin the first lesson in the afternoon, Isabella headed toward the storage and workshop areas with a small group following behind.
Cyrus, Kian, Zyran, and Osiris of course came along, like overly large shadows that refused to leave her side.
"What do you need?" Cyrus asked, walking half a step behind her. "Tell me and I will find it. If it does not exist, I will dig it out of the mountain."
Isabella considered.
"To make paper," she muttered, more to herself than anyone. "We need something thin and flexible that can hold marks. In my world, they used tree bark and plant fibers at first."
Kian frowned.
"We have bark," he said. "We use it for fire and sometimes to cover roofs. You want to write on it?"
"We can try," Isabella replied. "Also some softer plants. The ones with long fibers. We will soak them, pound them, and see what happens."
Zyran raised a brow.
"It sounds like torture," he said. "For plants."
