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07-05-2016, 10:54 PM
curiosity killed the cat . satisfaction brought it back
"My cat's got more than my tongue."
"Shi ne cewa haka, masoyi?" The cat purred softly. If he knew the words she spoke she would be truly surprised and impressed, but she doubted he knew. Echo had taught her to speak his language and she'd used it in Dorobo to communicate with other Debwani. She was very doubtful that Tembovu had ever taken the time (or had the time, really) to learn, not with his whole uprising and bringing his rightful vengeance down on their corrupted leaders.
She stepped back when Tembovu accused her of jealousy. The cheetah laughed softly because the notion that she would be jealous really was laughable. "Hardly." The spotted mare retorted haughtily. "Because I know, in the end, that I can satisfy you, mchumba." Her tone lost its haughty quality as she spoke to the king. Her golden eyes traced over the scars, old and new, that littered Tembovu's hide before her gaze finally met his.
"“You have me alone and I’m the one wounded—so different from our past…”
"Not exactly..." Ada's voice trailed as she answered Tembovu. "... your wounds weren't physical, but you were still wounded." She wondered for a moment if he would realize that she was talking about the loss of his family, or if she should elaborate on her thoughts. She didn't think that Tembovu had known that she'd been there and had seen when he'd found his family's charred remains.
“And, now, I don’t have to send you away bruised and bloody.”
"I never hated you for that." Ada murmured. "I figured that you hated yourself enough for it. I didn't need to add to it." Because she'd always noticed the look in his eyes when he'd had to send her away bruised and bloodied. For her to hate him for it would have only hurt their combined effort at ending the council.
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Translation:
Shi ne cewa haka, masoyi?- is that so, darling?
mchumba - sweetheart
"Shi ne cewa haka, masoyi?" The cat purred softly. If he knew the words she spoke she would be truly surprised and impressed, but she doubted he knew. Echo had taught her to speak his language and she'd used it in Dorobo to communicate with other Debwani. She was very doubtful that Tembovu had ever taken the time (or had the time, really) to learn, not with his whole uprising and bringing his rightful vengeance down on their corrupted leaders.
She stepped back when Tembovu accused her of jealousy. The cheetah laughed softly because the notion that she would be jealous really was laughable. "Hardly." The spotted mare retorted haughtily. "Because I know, in the end, that I can satisfy you, mchumba." Her tone lost its haughty quality as she spoke to the king. Her golden eyes traced over the scars, old and new, that littered Tembovu's hide before her gaze finally met his.
"“You have me alone and I’m the one wounded—so different from our past…”
"Not exactly..." Ada's voice trailed as she answered Tembovu. "... your wounds weren't physical, but you were still wounded." She wondered for a moment if he would realize that she was talking about the loss of his family, or if she should elaborate on her thoughts. She didn't think that Tembovu had known that she'd been there and had seen when he'd found his family's charred remains.
“And, now, I don’t have to send you away bruised and bloody.”
"I never hated you for that." Ada murmured. "I figured that you hated yourself enough for it. I didn't need to add to it." Because she'd always noticed the look in his eyes when he'd had to send her away bruised and bloodied. For her to hate him for it would have only hurt their combined effort at ending the council.
"."
Translation:
Shi ne cewa haka, masoyi?- is that so, darling?
mchumba - sweetheart
Adaeze
@Tembovu
