Arialla nodded at Sam's offer, flushing a little. She knew she hadn't put the shirt on right, but she had hoped it wouldn't be so obvious ... Ah well. From what she'd seen of Sam, he wasn't about to make fun of her, and she appreciated that. Better get it fixed before she went outside, though, because she doubted the same would go for everyone. "Yes, thank you. The clothes here are unlike the ones at home."
Books weren't common in Arialla's life -- she could count the number she'd seen in her life on both hands, and that was high for someone from her hometown, the result of her priesthood. Literacy wasn't that low, but scrolls were a much more common form of writing. She'd seen more expensive and elaborate books than the one Sam showed her now, but she could still appreciate his craftsmanship. "Fine work. Do you have so much need for books, though? You must have enough in this house alone to fill a library -- how much writing do you all do here?"
Books weren't common in Arialla's life -- she could count the number she'd seen in her life on both hands, and that was high for someone from her hometown, the result of her priesthood. Literacy wasn't that low, but scrolls were a much more common form of writing. She'd seen more expensive and elaborate books than the one Sam showed her now, but she could still appreciate his craftsmanship. "Fine work. Do you have so much need for books, though? You must have enough in this house alone to fill a library -- how much writing do you all do here?"
