"I don't know what a gorilla is, but I'll be sure to look for you should I ever become bored as well," said Ophelia, lacing her fingers and leaning her chin on them with a sickeningly sweet smile.
That smile quickly faltered somewhat, however, with the appearance of the piece of paper. There were a few pictures on it that told her there probably wasn't anything nearly as powerful as an awakened being running around here. However, most of the piece of paper was covered in words. And letters. Words and letters that she could barely make heads or tails of. Her human parents hadn't seen fit to teach her reading or writing as a child, mainly because it wasn't seen as necessary for girls to learn such skills. Training as a warrior put even less emphasis on the written word, preferring to focus on teaching the finer points of blade meeting flesh.
She stared at the paper for several long moments. She had never been ashamed of her illiteracy before, but now in the presence of this cocky woman, it seemed as though it would be a sign of weakness to admit not being able to decipher what was in front of her. She attempted to simulate reading by letting her eyes moving back and forth across the page, and whenever her eyes crossed one of the little sketches in the margins, she took in as much as she could from it before moving on. To the casual observer, the deception worked well enough, but looking closer, it was apparent that the movement of her eyes seemed somewhat unpracticed and unnatural.
Quickly enough, she put the paper down. "I get the gist of it. I'm sure I'll find out the details for myself soon enough," she said. She smirked and added, "I'd prefer to learn through doing, anyway."
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That smile quickly faltered somewhat, however, with the appearance of the piece of paper. There were a few pictures on it that told her there probably wasn't anything nearly as powerful as an awakened being running around here. However, most of the piece of paper was covered in words. And letters. Words and letters that she could barely make heads or tails of. Her human parents hadn't seen fit to teach her reading or writing as a child, mainly because it wasn't seen as necessary for girls to learn such skills. Training as a warrior put even less emphasis on the written word, preferring to focus on teaching the finer points of blade meeting flesh.
She stared at the paper for several long moments. She had never been ashamed of her illiteracy before, but now in the presence of this cocky woman, it seemed as though it would be a sign of weakness to admit not being able to decipher what was in front of her. She attempted to simulate reading by letting her eyes moving back and forth across the page, and whenever her eyes crossed one of the little sketches in the margins, she took in as much as she could from it before moving on. To the casual observer, the deception worked well enough, but looking closer, it was apparent that the movement of her eyes seemed somewhat unpracticed and unnatural.
Quickly enough, she put the paper down. "I get the gist of it. I'm sure I'll find out the details for myself soon enough," she said. She smirked and added, "I'd prefer to learn through doing, anyway."