Finding the Scroll
It was late in the evening. The sun had set and Namue was finally free. Ama was put to bed for the evening, made comfortable and dressed for the winter, and Na's mother was out on a date. This left the woman a few hours to herself before she'd have to go to sleep so she could be up at a reasonable time the next day.
Namue worked as a storyteller, going to libraries, schools and youth centers to tell stories and act them out with young people. She'd help them understand her stories and read them books. It wasn't always the most profitable job, but they got by. Her Grandmother received money, as she was in retirement, so that had been enough to support the two of them. With the addition of Namue's mother, the house was a tad more cramped but better afforded, with her mother's unemployment and alimony covering a few more of the bills, but leaving them still rather busy. Jollia had gone back to college to try and get a degree she was forced to give up when she married Namue's dad, and Ama was in need of care, so that made the time the woman had where she wasn't busy a bit hectic, between keeping Jollia on schedule, work and caretaking.
When she did have free time, Na liked to go through her grandmother's old book collections. Recently, they were sending some off to museums and whatnot for a bit of extra money. But to do that, Na had to search out and figure out what they had so they could send away in regards to it. It was while searching through one of the dusty old tomes that she found something strange.
It was held between two of the pages, an old scroll, flattened out a bit by being hidden in the book. It was written in a rather old style and hard to make out script, but as the woman held it up to the light, she could faintly make out that it was a story of some sort, and a rather graphic one at that, were the rather naughty words she could make out in the ancient script. Well, if her old languages studies were anything to go on, anyway. Doing her best to preserve it's condition, she placed the scroll in her desk drawer and set to writing to a few museums to see if they had information on what the value – historical or otherwise – of an old smutty story might be, or if it could be brought in for dating. It was something that seemed worth collecting for historical interest and curiosity.
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