<i>"Good going Miss Orin!"</i>She clicked in a positive way. Her partner was a klutz and prone to sitting in her, pesky hairs messing up her partitions, but she was pleasant enough and good when it counted. Her master's new trick was inspired even if it did seem accidental, but it felt like a congratulatory wooden golf clap was in order. And then she began being yanked into the tome<i> "Oh bother"</i>She said. The tome... was not nice, it was not bad either, it was just an awkward neutral. Like being in stasis on a room just big enough for you. The ink was colored magically as her essence was sealed in.