The noon light scatters around the temple quarters, full of the faithful who make it to the worship temple.
On one edge of the crowd, a young woman sits in a bench, her blond hair rests on her shoulder and her brown eyes are focused on an unbelievably big and heavy book opened and resting on her lap. She mutters some words to herself as she passes her index by the writings on the old looking pages.
She is actually that focused that pidgeons are now walking calmly around her, only flapping their wings slightly every time she turns the page.
Whatever she's reading, it looks quite difficult...