"Magic." She'd say simply as she'd up-turn the book and start shaking it out. The script on the page seemed to be written in some sort of golden ink. Every page covered in intricate diagrams and long blocks of text in what looked like an elvish script.<br/>"Was my father's a while ago. He handed it off to me in hopes that I would 'live up to a fraction of elvish perfection'. He taught me a little but... well I guess he got bored or something. Been trying to teach myself the rest." She'd say as she'd wrinkle her nose distastefully as she'd  shake her head. Quickly thumbing through the pages like one would in a flip book.