She continued with her questions as they ate their food. It was the most delicious stew she'd eaten in awhile.<span style="color: #BF00BF"> "This food is delicious..." </span>She said in thanks before going on.<span style="color: #BF00BF">"If you're not human, what are you? If magic is real, what else is real? Could we come here again sometime?"</span>She asked wishing to explore more of the world, but also to revisit pleasant places. She didn't want to forget the good places in her memory by neglecting them.<br/><br/>She wondered if magic could give her sight, but she was too shy to ask such a burden. The last thing she could remember seeing in her past was a fuzzy image of a woman. She assumed it was always her mother. There was a mystery behind what happened to the woman hidden in the very journal and locket she brought with her. But because she couldn't read, she had never been able to discover its secrets. Perhaps Anthony could help her?<br/><br/>She spoke again after another pause nearly finished with her food by now.<span style="color: #BF00BF">"Sometimes I wonder what it would be like to have sight if for nothing else but to read my mother's journal. It's not written in braille, and therefore I can't read it." </span>she explained.<span style="color: #BF00BF">"I keep hoping that one day I might be able to."</span>