"This does not look like writing."
"I know!!"

Clouds fill the lightly foggy November air over the castle.

Inside, Avi, leaning over his desk, lets out a frustrated "uhrghhaugh."
Aquila looks at him with some light concern, but Avi continues, sitting up, "It's the prinout of my brain that Robin gave me. Yeah, my whole book is in here, but so is literally every other stupid thought I've ever thought." Avi picks up several pages from the stack of paper on his desk. "Look at this, four pages just on the colour of your eyes."
"Not a stupid thought at all," Aquila responds, feeling complimented, "my eyes are very good."
"The word I keep using here is opalescent. I don't think I even know what that means."