Tatehan spent the next day at the Red Crest Clan library.
It was a quiet, solemn place, lit by the soft blue glow of countless holograms suspended in the air. There were no physical books here, no dusty shelves or the scent of aging paper like the normal libraries on Earth. Instead, knowledge lived as light and data. Along the curved walls (made of metal), circular bronze devices, each the size of a palm, rested in shallow alcoves. These were the "books."
You pressed the center of one, and a complex holographic interface would blossom into the space before you, presenting menus, text, images, and archival footage. It was efficient, vast, and to Tatehan, very futuristic.
He had the place to himself. Earlier, he'd run into Riven and Lyra in the morning meal hall. They leaned close, talking in quick, excited whispers that broke into laughter.
He'd given them a nod. He noticed Riven and Lyra were starting to get along by the way.
