Lia watched in fascination as a man inked the form of types and placed a piece of paper on the tympan, pressing it down with the platen. They were at the printing house on the outskirts of Del Casa. Every news publication that circulated in Del Casa was printed here.
"What do you think?" Claude asked.
"It's fascinating," she answered immediately, eyeing the mountains of newspapers. "I've learned about how the printing process works, but I've never actually seen it before."
"Good thing we'll be paying more frequent visits in the future, then."
Lia's eyes were hungrily drinking in various aspects of the printing house when she noticed a pile of books with colorful covers in the corner. They were the childhood education books she'd worked on for months. She walked toward them, unable to believe what she was seeing. For so long, they were just sheaves of papers; but now, they were proper books, ready to make their debut in the world. Lia bit her lip, her heart swelling with wonder.