Natural Affection

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"I imagine we would," Tod answered. "It just wouldn't make sense if we didn't at least see each other in the same class somewhere."

Why would they have bothered to separate them in every class, anyway? It just didn't make sense. Surely there would be one or two classes that the two would have together. Obviously they couldn't expect to be together in every class, as the past couple of days had proven, but Tod was a firm believer in the idea that somehow, some way, they would have similar schedules somewhere down the line and be together in more than just their off time. If nothing else, there was that. He didn't think it would be too much longer until they actually saw each other in a class.

"I wonder what class we'd even have together," he said after a moment. There were so many classes and so little time. Maybe they'd have some kind of human related class together and Tod would have more of an excuse to help Vixey through it. That idea made him feel good, admittedly. There weren't a lot of things that Tod could exactly help Vixey with, granted, but if he could help with something that would have been great. He had no idea what that 'something' could be, but still.

[Vixey]

"I can't even guess," Vixey chuckled. Already, she never would have imagined that half the classes she'd had so far would exist, so she had a hunch that trying to predict what others either of them might have to come later in the week would have been equally futile. It wasn't exactly as if whoever was in charge was trying to give them useless classes, but the classes she'd had so far certainly had been unexpected in their nature.

She could, Vixey supposed, have gained some idea of the classes she had to come that week from her timetable, if she hadn't left it back in her water circle dorm. Even then, though, it was questionable how much that would have told the vixen. While otherwise, she was adapting well enough - to the classes; the food; finding her way around; and even the uniforms - human reading and writing was a skill that was still proving ellussive to her. Tod, she assumed, wouldn't have had much trouble; he must know how to read written words from his early life around humans. But for her, Vixey was struggling to make head or tail of the weird shapes on paper, and was having even more trouble reproducing them.

Since some of the other animals didn't seem to have any trouble, the vixen could only assume there was some trick to it; but living all her life in the forest, where written word was as good as non-existent, Vixey certainly hadn't picked it up. Her shoulders shifted a little beneath her shirt, in a way that was almost sheepish, as she thought back to the difficulties she'd had that very evening, when one of the teachers had set them a passage to read for homework. Needless to say, though she had found the book alright, Vixey hadn't been able to understand much of what was written in it at all.

"I guess you're not finding all the reading a problem, huh, Tod?" she questioned momentarily. There was such a thing as keeping her problems to herself, Vixey knew; but she was also aware that doing so wouldn't help her with this particular issue at all. Besides, Tod was as good as promised to be her husband, once the school here was behind them - so if she couldn't share her struggles with him, then who could she share them with? Not to even mention that Vixey was simply curious for its own sake, too. The fact was that she had to wonder whether Tod really had caught onto all the writing and reading as easily as she was expecting him to have, or if he'd had issues of his own.