"I would love to show you what I do. The plants... They're God's gift to man. Almost any use of them is possible from medicine to food to increasing fertility..." He said and her brow shot to the top of her head. Why he decided that was a fact she ought to know, she couldn't begin to understand. All she could do was watch the poor soul flush brightly, and quickly move on. She could have let him simmer with that, tease him with questions about how and he knew such a thing and why did it tumble from his lips in regards to her, but he was sweet, too sweet and innocent for her to tease.
"Honey actually is made by bees up in their hive."[/.b] He said and she looking up, reflectively, for said hive then wondered what a hive was. [b]"No one knows how exactly, but it has to have something to do with flowers. They take something from them and create it." He told her and she smiled. "What wonders..." She said, looking down at her tea. She really knew nothing about this land, They seemed to have one God as far as she could tell, she'd been here for a while and the only thing she really learned was the language. She knew how to speak but reading it, was difficult, she knew enough to get by but not a great deal and she didn't know how to write.
"Brother Beorn?" She spoke after a quiet moment. "Would you mind teaching your ways....the ways of your people, I am what some call a gypsy, I don't belong to any one land, I know my peoples ways but in that, I did not learn the ways of others, nothing beyond the language...I know...about 19 languages, I even know a few that have been lost in time. but I can barely read them, I know a few words on sight in yours but not a great deal." She said, "I know my way around people, but books....I can not read them." She said and looked up at him. She liked to learn, every place she went she found a way to learn the language, but she never had time to learn to read, not when she was a child, and even more so when her family parish to illness.
"Will you teach me?" She asked. "To read and to scribe..." She paused. That was the wrong word. "to write." She corrected. She was still getting used to this language. "About your God....Do you have one to two, or more, I do not know for sure, and I fear I may need all the knowledge I can if I am to properly handle the King..."