"Athie! Athie! wanna play with me?" Little Lily said as she toddled after the kid, a few years older than she was. He was sitting on a chair with a scroll on hand.
She figured that if Sister Sylwen and her brother ended up together, then she'd be family with him. She didn't mind. He was very pretty.
The boy looked at her and looked away, turning his attention back to the scroll. The little girl blinked and peeked at what he was reading, feeling dizzy at the dense writing and the odd symbols.
"Waaa yew so smat… you aweady undewstand this?!" she mumbled. Her eyebrows furrowed. Because she knew a lot as soon as she was born, she was under the impression that she was extremely smart, wise, and much better than her peers.
Now, she encountered a wall where she had no idea about a single paragraph.
"Can you teach me?"
Athie looked at her with his usual stoic face, with eyebrows furrowed a bit.
"Can't you?"
"This is elven ancient language. Of course you cannot read it."
