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Marlowe was a reader, and seemed to have taken his name from human literature. Though the woman had no respect for the onyx bird, she marveled at his abilities and wondered why he managed to outpace her in intellect. He could read when she could not, he could speak high speech to a recognizable state and she was incapable of communicating with animals she deemed 'lesser'. Ezekiel possessed more skills than she as well, but she was trying to learn. Still, the topic of the book hit a spot in her chest with stinging pain. "We have human names, don't we?" The princess wondered what books their names had come from, if Marlowe had selected his own from a book. The thought passed as quickly as it came, leaving the topic of names in the far reaches of the russet Luperci's mind.
Her ears flipped back against the auburn curls that wound down over her shoulders, eyes cast to the side as she sought out a topic of speech. Her hunter brother, the golden de le Poer prince and (in her eyes) heir apparent, was an invaluable resource to his darker twin. Each new encounter in their old home left her with the desire to know more, to learn more, and she wasn't hesitant to ask him to teach. "I don't read. Maybe...you could teach me how," she mumbled, slinging the bag over her shoulder. It had a few books within it, but her attention was drawn to the textured cover of the old bible rather than the other two pieces; as she drew it from the bag now at her side, she opened the cover and studied the small writing. She had never desired to learn how to read or write, but as days progressed, she realized how useful the former would be.
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