He started the morning after Sera told the compound, which was, everyone agreed later, exactly right — not waiting for a formal protocol, not scheduling it into the Ledger's operational calendar, just starting, the way Zane had always started things that needed doing.
The blue book was smaller than he'd expected. The size of something that fit in a coat pocket, the kind of book you could carry everywhere, which he suspected had been deliberate on Asha's part — a dictionary was more useful when it was portable.
The invented script was unlike anything in the existing record. Not arbitrary — Asha's note in the desk book had been clear about that, each character representing a concept the Seeing had shown her — but genuinely new, no ancestor he could trace to any documented writing system. H
