She took it from him and opened it, skimming through the first few pages to make sure the language was legible. She could read common and elvish but anything outside of that would need translated. She nodded slightly and oddly smelled the book. It smelled of sweet fruits, and a hint of salt water. She thought it odd, but said nothing of it since it probably wasn't from her part of the world.<br/><br/>When he went to the table and sat down with her in his lap, she looked at him softly and then nestled herself against his chest and began reading the book in her hand. She flipped through the pages looking at the different staves and then about three quarters of the way through, it was her stave. She quickly sat up with a gasp and gripped the book tightly. All was fine until she came across the spell that activated new ownership and all others after that. It was in a different elvish dialect she'd never seen before.<br/><br/>She sighed and slumped back against him with a pensive look to her face. She was concentrating hard and her eyes darted back and forth as if syphering the new dialect into her own. She came to a crossroads and then shook her head. "<span style="color: #BF00BF">No, that's not right, it doesn't even make sense...</span>" she said. She was already proving to be willing to work at learning new things without immediate aid. But it was clear she was stumped at the moment.