It was an odd sort of game Locria played with her when it was too hot to go outside of the desert magypsy's home. Pick a random word from the dictionary and see if Kumatora could spell it. They both questioned if this really was as educational as Locria liked to say it was, but as long as the rest of the magypsies thought she was learning something inside the cool blue house, they both decided it was working. And this was one of those dictionary days, as Kumatora laid on her back, staring at the spiraling ceiling of the home while Locria sat in a chair with the heavy book to her face.
"Usurper." Locria would start, leafing through the pages and putting a finger on a challenging word.
"Y-o-u-s-u-p-e-r" Kumatora would reply, sounding it out more than spelling it out.
"Close, but remove the 'y-o'" was the typical response, replacing the 'y-o' with whatever would fit.
"Volatile."
"V-o-l-a-t-i-l-e."
"Good. Hm... Facade."
"... F-a.... S-s-a-d?"
"Try f-a-c-a-d-e, hun." Locria responded rather matter-of-factly.
Kumatora paused and looked up at the magypsy. "You sure?"
Locria lowered the dictionary and stared at the pink-haired girl from beyond her reading glasses. "It's right here in black and slightly browning paper, Kuma-darling." Locria said, putting a finger on the word.
Kumatora sat up. "Well, what do it mean?"
"Hm. Facade. Noun. A false, superficial, or artificial appearance or effect."
Kumatora stared. Locria just sighed and took off the reading glasses, smiling.
"Basically it means to put on a show, to be something you're not."
"Oh." Kumatora simply said, lying back down.
"The English language is a bitch to master, Locria."
"That it is, sweetie, that it is."
It's common knowledge that the world needs more Locria.
Locria was totally a grammar nazi, I just know it.