She was working something up for sure. What could she be musing about the seasons for? They were vagabonds at the moment, it wasn't like she would be planning for the planting seasons next year. Was she pondering about what the seasons ahead could be? He hadn't thought about that. It wasn't typically something the nobility had in mind, that was a farmer's job.
She had handled that goat earlier... Was she a farmer? Her utility was already becoming more and more obvious to him, but he was surprised that if she were a farmer or herder she could read or write.
He had drifted in his own thoughts for a moment until she drew his attention back to her pages. Looking over her shoulder he furrowed his brows at the drawing of a volcano. He lifted one brow at her trying to follow her line of thinking.
"You think the extreme weather now is attributed to a volcano? I haven't seen any evidence of a volcano recently. Extreme weather comes from after those eruptions doesn't it?" He offered curiously.