Everything and everyone and their goddamn mother were so loud, and another annoyance slithered into Verdant's presence. Dont know what, but the way it stride through the ground was completely unnatural. The serpent sat back up, glared at the new attachment to her hammock, and grabbed it.

It was a tiny lil book.

Her eyes narrowed in annoyance. What's the meaning of this? On one scale, peasants mostly were incapable of reading and Verdant's upbringing were even worse than one. On the other scale, give several decades and even the academically challenged snake could find her way around written words. She glanced at the book again, pondering what to do with it.

Flipped into the front page. Immediately lost interest.

At least the damn thing looked pricy. Perhaps she can find another use for it later. For now, into a spare pocket it went. Aaaand back to her nap. The next person who woke her up will get a knife to the gut, no question asked.