Biting her lip in concentration, Arialla watched Sam closely and copied him, tucking in her own shirt and pulling it out a little. While she still didn't look completely at home in the garment, at least she no longer looked like ... well, like someone who'd never fastened a button before.
"What do the women here wear?" she asked, over the course of this. "The same thing?"
Her eyes widened at the idea that there was a library in town that Sam would consider "very large" compared to his own collection, which had already exceeded her previous experiences at least fiftyfold, if not more. "That's so many books! What are they all about?"
"What do the women here wear?" she asked, over the course of this. "The same thing?"
Her eyes widened at the idea that there was a library in town that Sam would consider "very large" compared to his own collection, which had already exceeded her previous experiences at least fiftyfold, if not more. "That's so many books! What are they all about?"
