Post by Bookworm on Dec 28, 2009 16:08:34 GMT -5
It was approaching dusk. Lyeldran knew he didn't have much more free time until Lyesk woke up and demanded to be taken outside. It wasn't that he minded taking care of the wher, but Lyeldran wasn't used to being tied down either.
He was curled up on a comfy chair in the den for the moment, his feet resting on the wher's back like a footstool while Lyesk slept. Lyeldran had a book open on his lap. He had decided that he should learn how to read, since he was a Wherhandler now, but it was easier said than done. The words swum across the page, refusing to become understandable. It gave him a headache. He was too embarrassed to ask for help, though, so he was trying to struggle through on his own.
He was curled up on a comfy chair in the den for the moment, his feet resting on the wher's back like a footstool while Lyesk slept. Lyeldran had a book open on his lap. He had decided that he should learn how to read, since he was a Wherhandler now, but it was easier said than done. The words swum across the page, refusing to become understandable. It gave him a headache. He was too embarrassed to ask for help, though, so he was trying to struggle through on his own.
