There's this one right in front of her:

— from your peers in the art is invaluable, but better still is commentary from those intended to learn from the text. It is from the first attempts of novices that you will learn the important subtleties not yet put into words, and can amend—

Which is fairly close and visually similar to this one:

— on the grounds that the storm sewer does not meet the prescribed minimum sizes from the Manual of City Building. The Lesser Council voted to defer the expansion until the funds appropriated for construction were adequate—

And after the next step up there's this one, which is dissimilar enough to gloss as 'different handwriting' even though that's probably not how this works:

— son of Uriah and Bella Crussel, whose skill with the lute and the mandola is without equal on the island. He was chosen by Shelyn at the age of nineteen, and She bade him leave Escadar shortly thereafter. Though he has yet to return —

Genealogies and civic records, how exciting! She'll be sure to come back if she has trouble falling asleep tonight.

She's about halfway up now, feeling confident in her ability to finish, but the next segment is going to be a doozy. Her only options are a vertical dyno across an imposingly tall stretch of featureless cliff, or to traverse the damaged section over the entrance, which has plenty of handholds but would necessitate getting past the kid somehow.

He's still painting with a fervor, swaying to and fro at a dangerous pace as he brings his vision to life. At this distance it's easy to see that the kid's grey skin isn't a trick of light, nor can his unruly hair hide his horns.