Private Finished Illiterate Troubles

Varvara wanted to laugh out loud and spin wildly around the library when the boy, Sam, told her his name. But she stopped herself and was satisfied with one twirl and a huge grin. Then Varvara sat back down and smiled at Sam. What a wonderful name.
"Hello Sam. I shall remember your name forevermore."
Varvara watched Jacky climb out of Sam's hood and onto the table between them. She stroked her and for a minute awed at her horns.
"What a beautiful creature. And now she is a part of our secret."
Varvara grins at Sam and watches Jacky.
"I wonder how the word jackalope is written..."

Varvara turned to smile at Sam appreciatively.
"Could you truly do that for me? Thank you Sam!"
Varvara rose and fetched a paper and a pencil from the other end of the table. They were stacked there in case someone needed scribbling paper. She fluttered back and sat on the edge of the table, swinging her legs a bit as she handed the paper and pen to Sam.
"I am familiar with the alphabet. But I must admit I have some trouble forming words with them. It feels like my mind does not wish for me to read."
Varvara laughed lightly and reached to give one absent stroke to Sam's head. Patying heads haf become a habit for her.
"You are a kind person Sam."

Varvara noted Sam's flinch and decided to remember he didn't like skinship. She watched as he wrote on the paper and it was a lot easier to form the word in her head if she saw it written letter by letter from the start. Varvara observed the word and said it out loud silently. Then she looked at Jacky.
"Jackalope. You're a jackalope."
Varvara grinned when Jacky started eating the paper. She stood up, fetched another and started ripping it to smaller pieces. Then she looked at Sam.
"I shall take your word for it Sam, or so the saying goes."
Varvara fell silent for a beat and then she said silently.
"I wonder how it feels like to be born..."

Varvara stopped ripping paper and rolled it into a ball. She felt warm, Sam did care about Jacky though he claimed he was just stuck with her. Sam really was kind but he was lost, in more ways than one. Varvara put the paper ball on top of her head and balanced it there.
"I do not believe in luck. I believe in fate and meaning, even if I can't see them. Otherwise I would still be wandering around Asia, amd not be here. With you."
Smiles at Sam and then Jacky.
"You too Jacky."

Varvara listened intently to Sam's words and was fascinated. It was like Sam and Jacky completed each other in some way, were each other's better half. Varvara didn't doubt Sam's words for a second, she had been many wonderous things in this island. She smiled at Sam.
"Would you consider meeting me bad or good luck?"
Varvara laughs and moves her head to the side a bit to keep balancing the paper ball.