QVATL - pp 7

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As they walked, Nana stopped many times to see flowers, insects, paw prints, as if all were some kind of big monuments. To Rique, it didn’t matter; he just wanted to continue his journey. Along the way he found some of the papers that had fallen during his flight with Nana, some were portraits and scenes of the village drawn by him, and some others were scrolls he loved to read. Curious, Nana asked him what the papers he had were, and Rique answered her, serious. –This are information scrolls and drawings i made, but I bet you can’t even read, you don’t even know how dangerous is flaying, I don’t even know where are you from or how can you fly with no wings- Nana sighed, and replied –Then… you think I don’t anything because you don’t know anything about me…- Rique felt a Little embarrassed and lowered his head. Nana took one of his scrolls and told him. –This is and instructive to repair glasses- then she took another –this are recipes to prepare medicines, this are scrolls with the village history and these is a drawing instructive- Rique was surprised and asked –How do you know?!- Nana only laughed and told him in a jokingly –I just read the tittles, I don’t even know how to repair glasses and less how to prepare medicines, but I know how to draw, I love it, Come! We must keep walking, it is almost night- Rique remained a little pensive about Nana, and continued to walk behind her.