Private Finished Illiterate Troubles

"Maybe it's better that our meeting wasn't the work of luck. Makes it that much stronger, doesn't it?"
Varvara smiles at Sam and stands up, trying to bounce the paper ball on her head. She succeeds a couple of times but she drops it. Varvara picked it up and tried again.
"But if you'd live without it it'd mean you'd live without Jacky. Is that truly what you want, Sam?"
Varvara put the paper ball on top of Jacky's head to see, if she'd want to balance it as well.

Varvara watched how well Jacky balanced the ball on her head and clapped her hands a bit. Then she looked at Sam with a serious expression.
"Sometimes we only realize how important things are to us when they're gone."
she said simply and smiled a little sorrowfully and thought of the wide void she had in her head. The invisible void before Varvara was a nymph. She wasn't sure if something was supposed to be there or not, but it ached nevertheless.
"I understand that thanks to Jacky you have your luck. But how are you so sure it is she who is responsible for your time hops?"
Varvara was truly interested to hear Sam's reasoning to this, and she leaned in a little closer.

Varvara looked at Sam and then at Jacky, who was still balancing the ball. She was a sweet creature for staying with Sam, protecting him. Varvara smiled and took the ball off to give Jacky a scratch between the ears.
"Then Jacky must be one magical jackalope. I am so sorry for your situation Sam."
Varvara turned to look at Sam, and there were some tears in her eyes.
"I cannot say I don't know how you feel."

Varvara nodded, he understood where Sam came from. And the boy did look tired, emotionally and physically. Varvara watched as Jacky sneezed and couldn't help but chuckle as she rubbed her nose. So adorable!
"I understand, I apologize. I do have a problem reading this word here."
Points at the word. It's 'forgiveness'.

Varvara smiled gently at Sam as the boy read the word. It was another beautiful one. Varvara looked at Jacky and picked up the ball, putting it on top of the jackalope's head. Jacky started balancing it again and she was really good at it. Varvara tilted her head a bit and grabbed the pencil and paper.
"I shall try to write my own name."
She proclaimed and started writing, making weird faces.