A Whole New World

Kassina stopped her bouncing and listened to Dartmoor explain milk with a frown of concentration on her face. "Milk baby food from mother animal? Why want baby food? Dartmoor not baby." Kassina shook her head. There was so much about the city that she just could not understand.

Then the library was mentioned again and her attention went back to stories. As Dartmoor took her hand and they began following Maghai and Cestrah she got excited once more. Cestrah seemed very excited about the ball room, but Kassina had no clue what it was. It must be good though if Cestrah wanted to see it so badly.

"Darmoor know how make little pictures tell stories?" She asked, looking at him as she walked. "Can make flat things tell stories for Kassina? Why flat things in libawy? Can take flat things to ball room? What ball room? Can have stories there?" Kassina realized she was asking way too many questions without giving anyone a chance to answer her and so she fell silent once more.

Cestrah was happy to see Kassina was so excited. "If you need, Kassina, I could probably read for you…" She then realized Kassina probably didn't know what reading meant. "Or… err… making the pictures tell stories… I… Haven't read in a while, but I should be okay." She took Maghai's hand, walking with him. It felt… oddly comfortable to hold Maghai's hand… She clutched it very tightly and smiled brightly. This was the most freedom she'd had in her whole life, and was overjoyed she could share it with such great people. She was happy to leave… happy that she'd see... A whole new world.

(OOC I SERIOUSLY COULD NOT RESIST XD)

"Milk baby food from mother animal? Why want baby food? Dartmoor not baby."

That was a good question and how in the world could Dartmoor answer it? The half elf was confused as they were moving then noticed the kitchen up ahead and rushed over to a cook, asked her something and got a glass of milk from her then handed it to Kassina, "Try this, Kassina and tell me what you think."

"Baby's don't only drink milk." Maghai added, "But milk can be used for a lot of food and it is tasty." The Dalish bounced about again, amused with the conversation.

"Darmoor know how make little pictures tell stories? Can make flat things tell stories for Kassina? Why flat things in libawy? Can take flat things to ball room? What ball room? Can have stories there?"

"I know how to read some so that should be ok. We can borrow a book or two to read, I'm sure." Dartmoor didn't say that he'd just grab one and they could go to the ballroom then bring it back. Books were too heavy and ungainly to bring around for a thief and you pretty much had to have only what you carried on your back and maybe a few things you can hide away but any hiding place always had that chance of being taken. He had a good hidey hole but they would be leaving Denerim soon so he might as well be good and bring it back.

"If you need, Kassina, I could probably read for you…Or… err… making the pictures tell stories… I… Haven't read in a while, but I should be okay."

Maghai bounced about some more as they waited, "See we have all of us who can read at least a bit so it will be fun. Ohh shiny." He rushed off and picked up a medallion from the ground and looked it over.

Kassina accepted the glass from Dartmoor and sniffed at it carefully. It didn't smell like anything she'd had before. Slowly she took a small sip, carefully as she wasn't used to drinking from glasses. As soon as she swallowed she made a face and handed the glass back to Dartmoor. "No like!" she said empatically as she continued to make funny faces.

"Read? Make pictures tell stories read?" Kassina filed this word into her quickly growing vocabulary. "Bu.. book? Book flat thing tell stories?" She was envious of how they spoke of all these strange things so easily. There were so many words to remember!

As they entered the library Kassina stopped in her tracks and stared around her. She had never seem more than a few books at a time in her life. To see such a huge room full of them from floor to ceiling was almost overwhelming. She tightened her grip on Dartmoor's hand, slightly afraid the shelves were going to fall on her.

"So many," she whispered, continuing to stare around with giant, curious eyes. "All tell stories?"

Cestrah looked at all the books with a stuned, excited face. It was more than she’d ever seen in her life, and she picked a small book from a shelf, flipping through the pages. She smiled as she read, having not seen a book in quite a while. She looked over the familiar letters, seeing a story about a noble and an apostate blood mage being in a romance behind everyone’s back. Before she even realized it, Cestrah found herself captured in the story, sitting on the ground to read it.