Moonspear im not sure, honey.

The quiet stoicism of Desdemona was something hard to decipher for a girl as expressive as Sialuk. She was much more used to bustling activity, cheery dispositions, and light-hearted chatting. Desdemona was none of those things. She was a book locked tight, and Sialuk found herself itching to read the chapters inside. The dark, older maiden did not appear to hide things on purpose, so maybe somebody had locked her book without her permission; perhaps even without her knowledge.

If it is okay to ask, why would you not? Sialuk was still learning social skills, picking things up as she went along. She had picked up much of it from her mother, but here, she knew she was pushing boundaries. Sialuk found it impossible not to do so.