 #4 astronomizzle ♧ gryffinDORK | & the rest is drag ♣ #badluckDerf
So...Derf was curious about something. Arithmancy was HARD and stuff...but so far studying and practicing things with Picketta had helped him LEARN things better. Numbers were fascinating, but hard to do, you know? So if his bowtruckle's influence could help then all the better!
Hurrying over to her tree - and finding Picketta talking with the stick Natalie had given him to give to her yet again - Derf grinned and clicked his tongue to her in greeting. He liked to think he was learning bowtruckle from her kinda like how he was learning Mermish from Dora. "I thought you could help be s-study Arithmancy today," he informed the bowtruckle as she climbed down to greet him, her leaves affectionately brushing his cheek as she got comfortable on his shoulder. "I know I know. It s-seems boring but maybe we can find s-s-something interesting," he assured her as he slid to the ground and pulled the small tin of woodlice from his pocket for her. Picketta instantly began chirping and making all kinds of eager clicking noises in his direction. "Not that's-s rather unkind. I'm offended you thought I would forget to bring you some," he scolded affectionately as he removed the lid and held it up for her to devour a few.
Picketta soon climbed down from his shoulder and perched herself on his thigh, pointing to the spot beside her for Derf to set the box down there as well. Which he did and then pulled from his enchanted briefcase his textbook. "Now...we're gonna do something with...P...well something with the letters being connected with numbers," he explained while pointing to a part of the page. "You s-see here? The P in Picketta is associated with the number 7! That's a special number, you know." If she didn't then, well she did now. "So...7...9...3...2...5...2...2...1 are all the numbers with your name."
Um...now what was he going to do with this? Derf scrolled down the page a bit. The mention of birth certificate was a bit...off putting. Did bowtruckles have something like that? And what WAS Picketta's bowtruckle name? You know, the one before he named her. He was not fluent enough in bowtruckle to understand that even if she were to answer his question. Life goal, he supposed.
"So...we add all thes-se up and get....um..." he continued, ruffling his own hair a little with his tongue sticking out the corner of his mouth in concentration. "...get...31...but you gotta reduce that too sooooooooo....4...which meaaaaaaans... Your mission in life is to build something of lasting value. Your purpose is to be realistic and hard-working, all while keeping order and decorum so that security is assured. Learning to express traditional values and being loyal and constant will move you toward your destiny. You're destined for managing and methodizing. Create the foundation and build on it." He paused a moment to consider this. "That actually sounds quite a bit like you, don't you think?"
Although Picketta was hardly paying attention to him seeing as her like of sugared woodlice was taking priority at the moment.
Oh well. At least he had finally successfully calculated a Destiny Number now.
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