Private Finished Illiterate Troubles

Varvara loved learning about new things. She was a bottomless pit when it came to thirst for knowledge. But there was a limit of how much knowledge you could consume by hearing alone. Varvara had been okay so far and she had went to classes that focused on learning by hearing. But she wanted to overcame the obstacle of illiteracy and find new acres of knowledge.
But why was reading so goshdarnit hard?!
Varvara was sitting in the large, bit dusty library and in front of her on the table there was a book with huge letters. It was meant for children and Varvara didn't mind that. What she did mind was the the letters didn't want to make sense to her. She was standing before the book and leaned in closer.
"Start making sense, you collection of paper."
She said to it, not noticing people's gazes on her. She didn't care. Varvara paced a little and scrunched her face a little as she tried to remember the letters. A, B, S, no, C...Oh, buggers!
Varvara sat on the table next to the book and fiddled with the pages, sighing heavily.
"I wonder why there isn't a way to insert reading ability straight into my mind. That would be so much easier."

Varvara picked up the book, still sitting on the edge of the table, and started flipping pages. Her eyes were starting to hurt, all those letters were a mush in her head.
Varvara saw a gloomy looking boy coming her way and taking a seat not that far away. She ignored him but then she noticed his hood. There was an animal in it! Varvara's mind cleared, what a cute little creature! Was it a bunny? No, it had horns. What was it?
Varvara closed her book and slowly scooted to the boy, sitting the whole time on the table's edge. Her head hurt a bit.
"My friend, what in earth might that creature be in your hood?"
Varvara asked the boy, setting her book next to his. She saw he was reading a children's book too, and that made her feel a bit better.

Varvara nodded in understanding to Sam's words and looked at Jacky. She had noted how Sam had hidden the book. Was he ashamed of it? Varvara wanted to ask but was too caught up in Jacky's eyes.
"Hello Jacky, it is quite nice to meet you. My name is Varvara."
Varvara offered her finger for Jacky to smell if she wanted to, far enough not to get bitten, and turned her head to look at the boy.
"This creature, jackalope, is quite marvelous. I can see she's wise."
Varvara hopped off the table and turned to lean on it. She looked at the boy and smiled.
"I can see she cares for you."
Varvara picks up her own book and fans her face with it. Few loose strands from her braid sway in the breeze.
"Are you as wise as she?"

Varvara also noticed Jacky's neutral attitude towards her and was pleased. She put her finger a bit closer and touched Jacky's nose just for a second, as a test. Then she glanced at the boy, who for some reason seemed to really be on a bad mood. It was trange how Jacky could be so calm when her master, no, companion was so distressed.
"So you are not as wise as she, I see, at least not for seeing her intelligence. A shame."
Varvara turns to smile and talk at Jacky.
"Don't worry, I am not insulting your companion. And I think you realize it as well."

Varvara pet Jacky's nose a bit and her face got serious when the boy talked about forgetting. She turned to look at the boy who had turned from her and was now focused on his book. She smiled, she knew about forgetting very well. Varvara didn't even know how she came to be and usually it didn't bother her. After all, she got to live in this amazing world. But sometimes she wondered if she had been someone...before.
"I can't try, you are you and I am I. But I do know about forgetting, very well. I also forget, but I also remember again. Even if you can't remember..."
Varvara petted Jacky a little again, carefully and gently, and sent a gentle, subtle smile at the boy.
"You have someone with you who might. Jacky stays with you through the forgetting. You call it getting stuck with, I call it a blessing. Yes."
Varvara looked Jacky in the eyes.
"You are a blessing to him."