cryptograms }} clara & the master
The library was ginormous, though not nearly as lavish as the one that she'd visited in the TARDIS. It was more utilitarian, which fit with the planet as a whole which leaned more towards a militaristic feel, even though the Doctor swore the inhabitants were as peaceful as they came. She'd been wandering the aisles for a while now, trying to make some sense of what order exactly the books went in, while still holding a piece of parchment in her hand that she'd found tucked away in the Doctor's library. It was a riddle of sorts, or at the very least encoded, and though the Doctor had denied knowing what it was, the funny little look on his face had made her wonder otherwise. Still, she'd finally badgered made her case to visit someplace that could possibly provide answers only now, the place itself was made up of riddles.
"What exactly sort of filing system goes backwards, then? Or is this mirror? Whatever these texts are written in, it’s near enough to give a girl … even a genius of a girl… a headache." The brunette's musings had been stirred to life at the sound of brisk footsteps, which she'd assumed to be the Doctor's, though as she turned towards the sound, she realized quite suddenly she had been mistaken, as she blinked at the unfamiliar face. "Oh, sorry. I thought you were -- ah, a friend of mine."
