Most people can't read, but it is very important to Maitimo's father that he learn to read, and so as soon as the final version of the letters was settled on he has been practicing, diligently. He has read all of the things that have yet been written and written a few himself. His handwriting is so pretty. His parents are so proud.
It is the mingling and the sky is blazing ultraviolet. He is sitting in a room that opens on the courtyard, a pretty mahogany wardrobe ajar behind him, working on his penmanship and singing and watching the waterfall bubble.