The last of the candidate families was a girl and her mother, the Dong family. The older woman was more lively than the mother of the last group, less anxiety and nerves in her eyes. Her gaze flicked over the tables heavy with dishes food and drink with interest.
She exchanged greeting with them, just as she had the others no more and no less.
The girl, Dong Chyou had a bigger frame, wide shouldered for a girl, she looked like she'd outgrow her mother in only a few years. Her dark hair was cropped short around her ears.
"I don't know. I am sorry Lady Ling, but I am good with my characters," her answer to the question posed had only a little tremble. The girl seemed more mature than Zhang Su to her despite being a year younger. Metal, oiled steel, that was the clearest thing emerging from her young aura to Ling Qi.
"You would be surprised how much of my time is spent at the writing desk," Ling Qi said kindly. "So study well. And if you find your interest, you can bring it to me. Of course, study itself is valuable too. Dong Chyou, please continue your exercises as well, and when the time comes, I will ask you again."