Petal
Senior Member
Dina Ailsa
Dina jumped forward and snatched the notebook. She moved again to a safe distance and opened the notebook to check out it's contents. It would be bad it they left with some useless scrabbles, wouldn't it? I hope this is something I can read. She thought. A smile came over her face, the pages were so much alike those her mother used to describe to her. "The pages were almost see-thought, thinned with age and moisture. I was not so lucky to have my own mother teach me, you see. Even thought it was sometimes had to convince the guards, I loved going to the royal library." she laughed pleasantly at her daughter, Dina. She always used to say things like that and Dina really felt lucky. Her mother was a great teacher. Dina felt humble around her, her knowledge and beauty were miles apart from Dina's. Sometimes a single look from those ice-blue eyes was enough for Dina to realize when something was wrong. Will I ever have time to mourn properly? She fought her tears back and got back to the notebook handling it with great care.