Mati knew that books held stories, the type that Anu told her and the others at bedtime, though those came from her head rather then pages. They were filled with creatures that only came from the imagination, mythical and far more amazing then Mati could truly believe. Of course when she was smaller she had, but now that she was grown she knew better.
Sitting beside him, Mati looked to his face as he spoke. Remembering how fun he had been and knowing how happy he made her aunt Savina she couldn’t help but smile at the sight of him. The name he spoke was foreign, but intriguing. Whats this one about? She was sure if Kansas liked it that she would too. No, she hasn’t. Reading didn’t seem like the most important skill to have, like hunting and tracking would, but Mati wanted to free the stories trapped in the books that lined the library’s walls.
Who taught you to read?
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