"Of course. Everyone have their difficulties..." Maea touched her pale fingers to the equally colorless hair with a rueful smike. "I should probably tell you, my eyes are quite bad. I don't see very well, and it's getting worse. Hence the need for spectacles.. and a remedy."
Strange, how quickly the problems that seemed so dire and embarrassing a few weeks ago had become trivial. What had been so hard to reveal to Jigano fell off her tongue with ease now, no less urgent a problem but so simple compared to the devastating loss she had yet to come to terms with.
The offer to teach more than simply reading caught Maea off guard, and she dropped the rock she had just lifted with a rattle. Gaping slightly at the bookmaker, mind racing to process the meaning. Being a farmer or hunter was not her actual trade? Well... one had been out of necessity, and the other was a heritage, a way of life really. But a trade... Maea har never really considered what she wanted to do, only what she had to. But if the barrier fell, if things changed for the better, if survival was no longer the only goal, did she want to be a bookbinder? To make them, write them, care for them?
It certainly seemed appropriate for an aspiring lorekeeper to at least know how.
"That... would be wonderful. I'd love to try! If you want to teach me, if you think I could..?"
Strange, how quickly the problems that seemed so dire and embarrassing a few weeks ago had become trivial. What had been so hard to reveal to Jigano fell off her tongue with ease now, no less urgent a problem but so simple compared to the devastating loss she had yet to come to terms with.
The offer to teach more than simply reading caught Maea off guard, and she dropped the rock she had just lifted with a rattle. Gaping slightly at the bookmaker, mind racing to process the meaning. Being a farmer or hunter was not her actual trade? Well... one had been out of necessity, and the other was a heritage, a way of life really. But a trade... Maea har never really considered what she wanted to do, only what she had to. But if the barrier fell, if things changed for the better, if survival was no longer the only goal, did she want to be a bookbinder? To make them, write them, care for them?
It certainly seemed appropriate for an aspiring lorekeeper to at least know how.
"That... would be wonderful. I'd love to try! If you want to teach me, if you think I could..?"
