Heliotrope glanced at the book. This was hers? She opened it to look at a page. There were pictures of everyone and their names. Heliotrope was good with faces but rarely said names. Then this was like her textbooks for class. Opening one of her textbooks, she copied down information that was in the cover of all of her textbooks, with a pen somewhere between the shades of pink and purple. It seemed you held this book open in front of other people and they wrote down things in it too. Which is what Heliotrope did, before she needed to put her book in an over-sized rut-sack ready for travel.