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Her eyes shone as she turned to face Sephanir, wringing a towel in her hands. "I know it won't be easy, but I promise to work hard! I tried for years to learn listening to my sister's lessons—we could only afford for one of us to learn—and I only could only hear so much from the kitchen where I usually was, but she tried to teach me some. I can pick out a few letters and put together the ones that spell my name. Joanne always said my handwriting was terrible, but I know I could make it better if I practiced and I could learn how to write others too—"
"I'm sorry!" She cut herself off, tapping her cheeks with her hands. "I know you're a busy man. I promise I won't ask for too much of your time. I'm happy whatever you can spare between your duties."
Taking care of the castle and his meals would continue to take up much of her days, but knowing that she would have the chance to learn as well made all the work seem like a mere inconvenience. It would benefit her work. She could sort through the books or she could read them and learn about places like the ones that Telasorin had told her about. How amazing would that be?
She picked up her knife again, chopping the remaining potatoes quickly. "I could use writing and reading to make myself more useful for you as well. You have so many things in those abandoned rooms and hundreds of books. If I knew how to write, I might be able to make you a list of all of them so you could find them again if you ever needed to." She scooped up a pile of potatoes and took them over to the boiling water. It was smaller now that only two of them needed to eat. She sprinkled in salt and some of the pepper that Telasorin had suggested along with a few cloves.
"I always wanted to learn letters. It seemed like such an amazing skill to be able to communicate with someone without ever speaking or meeting them. But I never thought it would be possible. Tutors are so expensive this far away from the bigger cities. A skill like that can be useful, but my family had difficulties keeping food on the table. It would have been too much money to spend on me. My father isn't about to go out of business as the only smithy in town, but there's not enough people to do better than getting by. Or maybe he doesn't know how to do better. I bet I could find a way if I knew how to read and write. I could go to the far off cities and learn what the successful smithies do." She blinked and then laughed at herself. "But those are old dreams; traveling and all that nonsense. Just something I used to think about to fill up idle hours."
She wouldn't have a home after her tenure with the Wizard. Not in her hometown. People would call her cursed or worse. She knew better now, but the people from the village still feared Sephanir. Maybe she could find a way to get a little money before she had to leave. Then she could travel somewhere better.
"I'm sorry!" She cut herself off, tapping her cheeks with her hands. "I know you're a busy man. I promise I won't ask for too much of your time. I'm happy whatever you can spare between your duties."
Taking care of the castle and his meals would continue to take up much of her days, but knowing that she would have the chance to learn as well made all the work seem like a mere inconvenience. It would benefit her work. She could sort through the books or she could read them and learn about places like the ones that Telasorin had told her about. How amazing would that be?
She picked up her knife again, chopping the remaining potatoes quickly. "I could use writing and reading to make myself more useful for you as well. You have so many things in those abandoned rooms and hundreds of books. If I knew how to write, I might be able to make you a list of all of them so you could find them again if you ever needed to." She scooped up a pile of potatoes and took them over to the boiling water. It was smaller now that only two of them needed to eat. She sprinkled in salt and some of the pepper that Telasorin had suggested along with a few cloves.
"I always wanted to learn letters. It seemed like such an amazing skill to be able to communicate with someone without ever speaking or meeting them. But I never thought it would be possible. Tutors are so expensive this far away from the bigger cities. A skill like that can be useful, but my family had difficulties keeping food on the table. It would have been too much money to spend on me. My father isn't about to go out of business as the only smithy in town, but there's not enough people to do better than getting by. Or maybe he doesn't know how to do better. I bet I could find a way if I knew how to read and write. I could go to the far off cities and learn what the successful smithies do." She blinked and then laughed at herself. "But those are old dreams; traveling and all that nonsense. Just something I used to think about to fill up idle hours."
She wouldn't have a home after her tenure with the Wizard. Not in her hometown. People would call her cursed or worse. She knew better now, but the people from the village still feared Sephanir. Maybe she could find a way to get a little money before she had to leave. Then she could travel somewhere better.