That piqued her interest. Being a farmgirl with only the barest minimum of education, books held an almost magical allure to Maea. They were like little worlds contained within leather and paper, an expensive luxury and a great mystery. Coming face to face with someone who could not only read them and write them but actually make them was just as incredible, and some of that alluring mystique automatically leeched over onto the soft-spoken man.
She looked up, blissfully distracted from remembering or focusing on her own selfish grief, and a small smile softened the expression in her eyes as he offered to teach her.
"Do you want to? I would very much like to learn, but you don't have to..." Maea would hate to be a nuisance, or distract from more pressing matters.
"Can you mend books too? I found an old one at home, tucked away with my mothers old things. It's full of songs, sheet music too, I think, and I wanted to show it to Jigano... But it's almost falling apart and I didn't dare bring it along."
She looked up, blissfully distracted from remembering or focusing on her own selfish grief, and a small smile softened the expression in her eyes as he offered to teach her.
"Do you want to? I would very much like to learn, but you don't have to..." Maea would hate to be a nuisance, or distract from more pressing matters.
"Can you mend books too? I found an old one at home, tucked away with my mothers old things. It's full of songs, sheet music too, I think, and I wanted to show it to Jigano... But it's almost falling apart and I didn't dare bring it along."
