#oof though

...Only to pause at the small huff that came from the man at the other side. That feeling returned with the sound as lavender gaze trailed back upward, quill yet connected to paper as the ink blotted it slightly, uncaring by the xaela in her pause. Somehow she had the feeling that he didn’t expect those books to be for her, going by that demeanor. That judging look.

“Miss, you know your letters might look a fine sight lovelier for you if you used the other one. Be more fitting for a pretty one like yourself.” That earned him a bit of confusion. Yet that only seemed to gain a scoff as he continued. “The hand, girl. Most everyone with some level of class knows to be taught with the other for writing. Proper. Neater. Surely you learned that much if you’re as learned as you’re trying to say you are. Unless those are all gifts. Not that it’d surprise me seeing big ol’ history tomes in a couple of the list. Doesn’t seem like your style even if Lore’to Sabah’s stuff in there might. Always been popular with the younger ladies, that one’s works. Almost like them Limsan pirate pleasure novellas that can be all the rage.”

Canting her head slightly, she’d ignore the nice puddle of ink that had taken up where the 'i' would have been formed in that Eorzean script to glance down. She’d essentially frozen at the start of his explanation and made no quick move to unfreeze. At least it was easier to ignore than the obvious tone he had taken. Nevermind that she had paid a fair bit of gil to get her hands on some of the ‘not her style’ books sent her way at Honore’s recommendation, much like the tomes mentioned.

Yet, the quill in her left hand suggested clearly that she’d never heard such a thing before. Never came up with the owner or the lady who was working the last time she’d stopped by. Even if most others she ever saw did use the right. Plus she had always used it to draw and sketch out landmarks when figuring out locations without issue. It bothered her, though she was doing well enough to keep it off her expression.

“So….it’s wrong? That’s what I’m gathering from this right?” she would ask to clarify, finally lifting the quill from parchment, holding that pen in both hands briefly.

“Go on and try, less you’re trying to prove something by using the other.”

Well that just sounded silly, still, she would give the man a small, quiet look before dipping the quill back in the inkwell. To move on past that dark blot staining the page in a sight far worse than any letter she may pen. She’d humor him, of course. Only to make a point of writing even more slowly in a display that likely put a toddler to shame as the letters held none of the polish she’d originally aimed for. As much as she no longer cared how they looked upon the paper. Well, this sheet of paper, at the least.

As the last character was penned she would set the quill back in its well none too lightly, nearly toppling the vial on pristine wood as she slid the paper across. For a mercy he didn’t seem to critique how messy it was this time even if he seemed rather amused. Condescendingly so. His words were beyond the care of her horn by this point as she collected the parcel and set on her way without so much as a care to whether the shop door slammed behind her or not. She had already written it off as a lost cause as vast as their stock was.

“They arrived,” she’d offer softly once a distance away, raised hand activating the linkpearl. “Yeah, all of the ones you told me to try or suggested the last time. The shop I mentioned was able to get them in, though I’m….not really sure that I plan to use them again. That or maybe I’ll have you grab them for me next time. --Huh? Oh it's... yeah. I'll tell you over tea next week. I can't right now. Your place this time, I think? --Yeah, see you then."

At the last of it, she'd disengage linkpearl from horn to wrap her arms about the parcel, keen to hold it close as a frown settled into her features.

"It won't bother me. It doesn't… Not like he knows the first damned thing about me or how learned I am. And pretend to be.”

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