Maeve carefully picked up the quill, dipped it into the inkwell, and held it over the writing paper.
The bead of ink on its tip glittered in the sunlight. Maeve stared at it for a long time and could not help letting out a sigh of wonder.
She could actually write now, too.
Maeve remained lost in thought a little too long. The ink slowly gathered at the tip of the quill and finally dripped down.
"Ah!"
The girl cried out in surprise and hurriedly reached out to catch it.
The ink stained her hand, but she paid it no mind. Instead, she hastily checked the writing paper beneath it and only sighed in relief when she saw that it had not been stained. A stack of writing paper cost two Leo, enough to buy four pounds of black bread. If she ate sparingly, that would last her a week.
But at the thought that this would be the first letter she had ever written to him herself, and at the memory of that face, she had gritted her teeth and bought it anyway.
She jumped down from her chair, trotted outside to rinse her hand with water, and returned.
She carefully dried her hands on her clothes and picked up the quill even more cautiously this time.
"When I have money, I'm definitely buying a fountain pen!"
She had never seen a fountain pen, but she had heard that they never leaked, unlike cheap quills, which so easily blotted the paper.
This time, she did not hesitate. After dipping the quill, she immediately began writing on the paper.
"To Simon Strauss."
"Dear Older Brother, this is my first time writing you a letter."
"It has been so long since we last spoke, so I thought perhaps seeing this letter