Turning away from the book for a moment, Morana tentively took the pencil, holding it between her fingers at one end, looking rather perplexed. She understood it was used for writing, but that was the limit of her knowledge.
Carefully, she curled her whole hand around the object, the pencil held in her fist, much like a child would grip a crayon, looking rather confused. After all, she had no idea how to hold the pencil properly.