Once they'd had breakfast, Caspar and James set up with the pencils Hild recently purchased him, a loose sheet of paper from the hunter's bag, and one of their books as a sturdy writing surface.
Caspar lied on his back next to James, watching closely as he wrote three big letters in the top left corner of the page. James pointed to the first one with the tip of the pencil.
"This is C," he said of the single-curve. "It's the first letter of your name. It makes a harsh 'c' sound when on its own."
Caspar nodded. That tracked so far.
"Sometimes it has a softer 's'-like sound, as in 'cesspool,' or 'cyst,'" James said. "But for now we will focus on the sound it makes in your name."
"Okay." Caspar traced the letter with his eyes. The open side of it faced right. It was like a partially cracked egg.
"The next letter is A. The first letter of the alphabet," James said. "A can make a few different sounds. Like 'ah' or 'ey.' We'll focus on 'ah,' for now."
The next letter resembled a mountain peak with snow on the top. Caspar turned his head to look at him. "Would the 'ey' be in your name, then?"
James smiled faintly and nodded.
"You're picking up on this quickly, I see," he said. "Yes, the second letter in my name is an a, that sounds like 'ey.' In yours, it's 'ah.'"
The tip of the pencil then pointed at the last letter he'd written down.
"This is S. S is pretty consistent. It always makes the sssss sound. Like a slithering snake, or the sound of running water. Whatever helps you to remember. And look, it even wriggled like a snake in how it's shaped," he said, turning to look at Cas.
Caspar did see the resemblance.
"I want you to write those three letters in that order. C, A, S. I have a feeling you won't have too much trouble picking up writing, but I want you to start memorizing it. And every time you write the letter, I want you to say the sound it makes in the nickname you're spelling. C-A-S."
Taking the paper and pencil, Caspar first slowly traced over the letters with the pencil. His lines were a little wobbly, making the letters James already wrote look fuzzy. Then he tried free-handing the letters underneath, softly saying out loud their sounds as instructed.
"Very good," James said calmly beside him, watching Caspar write. Caspar cast him a quick, excited smile.
Once the left side of the page was filled with copies of C-A-S, James reached for the paper.
"You're learning fast," James said. "Do you want to know the other three letters in your name? One of them you already know. I want you to guess which one."
Drawing his lips into a thin line, Caspar thought. None of the (three) sounds they just reviewed repeated, so he really was at a loss. He shook his head a little. "I don't..."
"Sound out your name slowly for me," James instructed gently.
"Cas-par," he said. Brows furrowing, he repeated it under his breath a few more times, slower.
James took the piece of paper and wrote down three letters. The one in the middle was an 'A.'
"It's tricky," James said. "Because there are a lot of weird exceptions to spelling rules, which can make spelling annoying. Don't feel bad about it - you see this letter?"
He pointed to the last one. It was a loop up top with two legs, with the right leg pointing outward a little.
"It's an 'r.' The very name of the letter is essentially the last sound in your name, but by itself it doesn't make that sound. It only sounds like "ar" with an "a" in front of it. Alone, it sounds like "er," as in 'round,' or 'room.'"
Caspar nodded. The natures of letters were semi-malleable. Noted.
"Okay. So we've got the 'Cas' down, and we have the 'ar.' What sound do you think this letter makes, then?" he asked, pointing to the letter that looked like an 'R' with one less leg.
"That's 'puh'," he answered.
"You just said that to spit on me," James said with a smile in his voice.
Caspar cracked a brief grin.
"But you're right. That's the letter 'p,'" James said. "It makes the 'puh' sound. Like your 'puh'-ffing out air."
Nodding again, Caspar reached for the paper. "Uh, may I?"
"Of course," James said. "Now I want you to string all the letters together. C-A-S-P-A-R. Caspar. Write them all together like this--"
He quickly reached over and wrote Caspar's name at the top of the page, then handed Caspar the pencil.
"Sound it out as you write it," he said.
Taking the paper and pencil again, Caspar traced what James wrote, then carefully sounded everything out as he copied his name underneath.
In a setting filled with more people around, Caspar would have felt far more self-conscious and thus distracted. When Henry tried teaching him to read, they would sit at a desk in the Melbergs' personal library. Caspar found himself frequently looking over his shoulder, worried to find Felix's judging stare from by the door.
With just James and Hild, he couldn't find any reason to feel embarrassed.
When Caspar finished writing his name by himself the first time, James spoke up.
"Perfect," he said. "And your penmanship is perfectly legible as well. You're doing great so far. I want you to fill the rest of the page with your name. You can sound it out as loud or as quiet as you want as you go."
Caspar's letters were still shaky (writing with the paper angled above them made it awkward, and his hands always shook more when he slowed down with a pencil), but he supposed James was right. The letters were still recognizable.
"You can sit up if you'd like, too," James added. "Writing while lying down is probably one of the most awkward ways to do it anyway. You can just show me when you're done."
"I think I'll do that." He made to sit up, then paused. Caspar looked back at James and softly said, "Thank you."
"No worries," James said dismissively. "I figured I'd save you the neck strain."
Caspar grinned. "Well, that too, but. Thank you. For teaching me."
James delayed only a second before he stiffly nodded.
"Sure," he said with a tiny, soft smile. "You're welcome."
Caspar nodded too, also stiffly, wondering if he made this awkward. That was likely, it felt like he did that a lot.
He pushed himself upright, but opted to stay close by as he practiced. He still enunciated loud enough for James to hear as he slowly filled the other side of the page.
Once Caspar had fit as many copies of his name as he could (he had to squish one at the bottom), he flopped down on his back again and held it up for James to review.
James looked it over, his eyes tracing the page.
"You can already see your lines are getting more confident as you become more familiar with the letters," he said. "This is great Caspar. No misspellings, and it's all perfectly readable. Couldn't ask for a better outcome."
He turned his head and looked to Caspar, offering him a small smile.
"And now you can say you know how to write your name," he said. "I think that's a pretty big deal."
Caspar felt the tips of his ears burn a little. He had to agree, it felt good.
"Would you like to share this milestone with Hild as well?" James asked. "I'm sure she'd love to see."
Just as James finished speaking, Hild dropped down onto her back at James's other side. "What would I love to see?"
James turned the piece of paper towards Hild, revealing the full back side where Caspar had filled it with his name.
"Caspar now knows how to write his own name," James said with pride in his voice. "See?"
Hild hummed approvingly as her eyes carefully roamed the page. "An excellent start," she said sincerely. She propped herself up on her elbow to look around James at Caspar. "Well done."
James passed paper back to Caspar.
"And you get to keep this, for reference," he said.
Their collective praise was frankly a little overwhelming; he couldn't form a verbal response. His whole face heated up, he probably closely resembled a tomato in color. Trying (and failing) to suppress an excited smile, Caspar nodded his thanks as he took the paper. He folded the paper, tucked it into his pocket, and self-consciously rubbed the side of his neck.
"Tomorrow we can talk vowels," James said. "You've already got one out five down so far as writing goes."
Caspar nodded. "Sounds good."
"And if you have any tips, Hild, feel free to chime in," James added.
"Only if you feel you need my assistance," she replied politely. "I wouldn't want to overstep."
"I don't think there's anything wrong with learning from more than one source," James said, his speech pattern starting to slow a bit. They were beginning to get used to this, over the past few days. James would have short bursts of energy and would quickly fade again.
"The more the merrier," Caspar agreed as he sat upright again. "You, um, can get some rest now."
A bit predictably, James protested.
"Why do you guys keep saying that," he muttered. "I'm quite literally lying down. I'm already resting."
Sitting up as well, Hild leveled him with a chastising glare. "I cannot believe you are actually asking. Go to sleep."
James let out a long sigh, looking up at Hild with a rapidly declining sense of alertness. His eyelids grew heavy.
"You know," he said, his words coming out even slower, starting to slur. "One of these... these days... I... I'm..."
James's head turned slightly to the side as he fell asleep mid-sentence, mouth still hanging open a little.
Hild huffed. Caspar mustered a small smile in her direction. "You wanted him to sleep."
"Not in the middle of a rebuttal," she muttered.
Caspar huffed a laugh through his nose. Loosely wrapping his arms around his knees, he glanced over his shoulder at James. Then he reached back and very carefully closed James's mouth. He tensed when James stirred slightly, twitching his head to the side. He remained asleep. Caspar let out a small breath.
Hild rose and brushed herself off. "Well, since we haven't much else to do at the moment, come along." She strode over to the other side of the fire pit.
Caspar blinked. "For...?"
Standing with her back straight as a rod and holding her arms at peculiar angles, Hild tilted her head expectantly. "Dancing lessons."
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