<div style="background-color:#6c9cb8; border:1px solid black; margin:10px 10px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px;"><span style="color: #000000"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Century Gothic;"><span style="font-weight: bold">"Some sort of witch stuff, I dunno if it's much to do with an ancient comb,"</span> Alannah replied. She was frowning at a book titled 'Waterways and Where They Run', decided it wasn't worth their time, and put it back on the shelf. Asya was a good deal smarter than she'd first assumed, and it unnerved her a little. Where had she picked up enough knowledge to determine the origin - or <span style="font-style: italic">not-origin</span>, rather - of the comb? Did she know all of those languages she mentioned? She decided to pursue the matter.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">"How do you know that?"</span> Alannah asked, snatching an unoccupied desk and placing a stack of books on it. Some of them were books on environmental science, as she figured they might as well try to see if other ocean-related disasters were in any way similar to what had happened with the ichor. She hadn't been to the mythology section yet, but thought it the next logical step in her own investigation. She skimmed the incredibly lengthy index of 'Man-made Disasters of the 21st Century', looking for any mention of the word ocean, water, or - anything, really, that they might be able to use or link to the comb or ichor in any way. Alannah had dropped out of college, that much was true, but it had never been because of the amount of reading she'd had to do.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://i.imgur.com/HIaYY7L.png"><img alt="Image" src="https://i.imgur.com/HIaYY7L.png" style="max-width:700px; max-height; 700px;"/></a></div><br/>Alannah slammed the lexicon she'd been looking in shut with such a loud noise that the librarian glared at her when he went by. Alannah didn't bother to apologize, returning the librarian's look with a sour stare of her own. <span style="font-weight: bold">"Well, that was useless,"</span> she muttered angrily. They'd been in the library for hours by now, and nothing had turned up. She stood up and stretched, groaning. There was nothing anywhere about bone combs, or ichor (except in the lexicon; a desperate, last measure she'd taken, and all it had done was give her the definition of ichor and some epics in which it was mentioned). <span style="font-weight: bold">"I guess I owe you two milkshakes, don't I?"</span> She asked tiredly. She could do with a milkshake herself, if she was honest. <span style="font-style: italic">A nice cherry one, bright pink with whipped cream on top... And maybe fries too.</span> The thought alone made a little of the exhaustion that had so far been for nothing, melt away. <br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">"All that's really left is the children's section,"</span> she said jokingly, not for a second believing they'd find anything there. <span style="font-weight: bold">"Whaddya say? Spend another half hour here, or lunch?"</span></span></div></span></div>