Ronan stood outside the massive bookstore whose pillars of pages seemed to keep the old place upright. Perhaps if she had more time to read, and had a better education she wouldn't be intimidated by such a place, but as it were she was lacking in the book learning. She looked to the list in hand, her gaze struggling over some of the words, it always took her a minute or two to figure out what a line of rhetoric was trying to say.
She looked to Alina after a few minutes, and tried to suppress the defeat she felt. "Eh why don' ye see if ye can sort out which we got as hand me downs and which ye need. Then eh we'll see if there is ah wee bit to spare for some extra reading." She may not have been good with books, but she encouraged her daughter to hone the skill. One day wee bit was going to be ah grand bit. She opened the door to lead her in.
@"Alina O'Malley"