[Like all things that are unusual, fascinating, and potentially a danger to her, Waltaquin is drawn to Nona rather than avoidant of her. Though she doesn't go out of her way, she does drop in on her where they'll some time to themselves, taking advantage of the chill theme of the week's tasks.]
Seen the postcards? Have you written to that friend of yours yet?
[Writing those notes is, on the surface, an exercise in either longing or futility. Not that she hadn't completed it herself, just in case. Perhaps their feelings will be able to reach the ones they left behind after all.]
[It's a good choice! Waltaquin's getting her share of enjoyment out of the onsen, too. It's delightful, and warm, and even a little euphoric after spending a bit too long in the waters.]
Is that so? [She sounds a little surprised, possibly that Beelzebub can write even though he has signed postcards up himself, help.] Did you have no way of learning, or is that common where you're from?
[Nona is...the deepest sort of poor, she'd have to gather from that information, or otherwise kept away from the world. It's a bit regrettable to keep her nature downtrodden like that.]
People have tried to teach me but I can't learn. My brain simply isn't interested in it, you see.
[She can tell that Waltaquin thinks that she's poor and nobody could afford to teach her how to read, and part of her wants to be indignant but they are actually extremely poor so she can't refute it.]
[Class is very important in her world, okay...! There's royalty, nobility, and literally everyone else.]
I see indeed. It's the same for me, you know - or rather, there were always some things that fascinated me much more than others. You couldn't convince me to give up what I loved for something dull and uninteresting.
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week 3, wednesday
Seen the postcards? Have you written to that friend of yours yet?
[Writing those notes is, on the surface, an exercise in either longing or futility. Not that she hadn't completed it herself, just in case. Perhaps their feelings will be able to reach the ones they left behind after all.]
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I did! Beel helped me with it, because I can't read or write.
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Is that so? [She sounds a little surprised, possibly that Beelzebub can write even though he has signed postcards up himself, help.] Did you have no way of learning, or is that common where you're from?
[Nona is...the deepest sort of poor, she'd have to gather from that information, or otherwise kept away from the world. It's a bit regrettable to keep her nature downtrodden like that.]
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[She can tell that Waltaquin thinks that she's poor and nobody could afford to teach her how to read, and part of her wants to be indignant but they are actually extremely poor so she can't refute it.]
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I see indeed. It's the same for me, you know - or rather, there were always some things that fascinated me much more than others. You couldn't convince me to give up what I loved for something dull and uninteresting.
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