"White bend grass? No, wait… white vine grass?"
Elara frowned, staring at the animal skin spread open across the table. Her voice grew quieter with each uncertain correction. "No… that's not right either.
Her silver head drooped lower and lower until her hair brushed the table. Finally, she groaned softly, dragging the edge of the fur blanket over her face to hide her embarrassment.
Luciel watched her for a moment, then gave a deliberately dramatic sigh. "Ah, it seems our scholar doesn't actually know how to read."
"I—I do!" she blurted out, cheeks reddening. "I just haven't practiced reading hieroglyphs in a while. I forgot a few words, that's all. Give me a little time and I'll remember."
Luciel rested his chin lazily on his hand, eyes glinting with teasing amusement. "Oh, of course. I completely believe you."
