Xanthe arrived right when Adeline assumed she would. The corners of her mouth quirking up in a small smile, Adeline called, "Come in, Xanthe." The Queen remained stretched out in bed, reading a few more sentences while Xanthe entered and began speaking.

Snapping her book closed, Adeline finally sat up in bed, not bothering to pull the covers up to cover her naked body. After all, Eldouirs knew no shame. She stood and stretched her arms above her head before dropping the book onto the table and picking up the glass of juice. "I slept quite well, actually," she answered after she'd taken a small sip from cup, a cheshire grin now gracing her face.

Making her way to the small vanity near her bed, Adeline perched on the cushioned seat in front of the mirror, watching Xanthe through it. "I hope you also slept well?"

Accepting the robe from Xanthe, she allowed the lose material to settle across her shoulders before pulling her hair away from the collar. "Hmm, yes, my usual, but have them prepare something for you as well. Whatever you would like. And have them bring it here to my room."

She was in a rare good mood today, perhaps helped by the Dresmondi she'd kept prisoner in her bed all night long, and she decided she wanted to speak with Xanthe and learn more about the girl. She'd wait for Xanthe to send for their breakfast, idly working on the tangles on one side of her hair until Xanthe would come back and take over.

"How have your lessons been going so far? Have you decided on a favorite weapon yet?"

Adeline listened to Xanthe, watching her in the mirror on the vanity. At the mention of Eirwen, she grimaced and sighed. "Eirwen, such a dreadfully annoying girl. But, a good soldier none-the-less and she is correct about training your body." She picked up her utensils and began cutting into the meal in front of her and taking a bit before speaking more.

"I was never very fond of a bow myself, but archers can be quite advantageous in a fight. You should also be proficient with a sword though, for close combat." Taking another bite of her breakfast, she hummed to herself. "Swords and daggers. Though I mostly make the daggers on the fly when I need them, rather than carrying them. What of your magic training? Have you found another light user to help you yet?"

She only offered a grimace at the lack of progress on Xanthe's magic, but then again she had not expected much from a light wielder, so she simply let the topic pass. Talking about herself was much more interesting.

"Yes, we do call them gifts," she said with some faint amusement. "But no, I have never wished for anything else. Ice is so versatile. It can be made into weapons and armor. I can build walls with it, walk on water with it." Picking up her cup of juice, she held it out and shook it, the newly formed bits of ice clinking against each other, "Or, it could be used for something so simple as keeping your drink refreshing."

Setting the cup back in its place after taking a sip, she continued, "But not everyone can be so lucky to have such strong magical ability. It is why all Eldouirs are training in combat, regardless of magical strength. And why you are being trained."

Adeline fell silent and glanced around the room. If she left the comfort of her own bedroom walls, she would be expected to see to her responsibilities, and she just didn't want to do that yet. Her gaze fell on the book that was still laying on her side table. How she wished for new ones to enjoy.

"Your people do not read and write, is that correct?" she asked.

Humming, she stood and crossed her room to retrieve the book. Taking her place once more at the mirror, she slowly flipped through the pages. "Reading has always been my favorite pass time. Your lack of literacy is one of the things that I dislike most about Dresmond. You have no books, and so I have been stuck with only the few I brought with from Lorendale."

She frowned down at the book that she slowly closed. "What I would give to be able to just get one new book to enjoy," she said a bit wistfully. After a pause she glanced at Xanthe through the mirror, an idea lighting in her eyes. "I could teach you. To read and write. Then you, too, could learn the joy that is reading novels."