He took the charcoal from my hands and drew a straight line with another line laid above it. “This is a T. For Tiras.” He wrote more letters and tapped them. “Tiras.” He wrote an L and an A followed by shapes I didn’t recognize. “Lark. This is the word Lark.” I couldn’t pull my eyes away from my name. My name! I traced it reverently. “Practice your name. Practice my name. I will be back tomorrow to teach you more.”
Uh! This is so cute. He’s going to teach her!
Already better than fuckin rhysand’s lessons lol
