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Words tumbled through her cranium, flickering and floating from her auds making, at least, some semblance of sense. Drogikh. Khasar. Lajasar. The dove swallowed hard, shaking her head, sending ivory tresses flying. -Words hard,- Astraeus advised wisely from overhead, caught in the midst of a downward spiral. He landed softly on her withers, ruffling his feathers to coerce them back into place before he preened them flat. His bonded made a face and snorted. He was right, of course - learned a new language was never easy, particularly when it was so very easy to just use her native tongue instead. There was something calming about not only her lover's language, but the act of learning it from him. Through his words, she caught a glimpse into the culture or his past life, and she found that she was thoroughly impressed with the extent of his native tongue. Many of those in Helovia assumed that he was dim-witted, since he did not understand the common language - but that simply wasn't true. She had never found him particularly stupid, but as she learned from and with him, she was privy to a new, intelligent spark in his eye and a certain amused adoration in his gaze as she fumbled with something that came so easily to him. The pair had been discussing the upcoming generals tournament, an event that had the angel anxious. She would not be comfortable until she had a competent general (No, khasar, she corrected herself), until the ranks of their army were full once more. Or, at least, not empty. She grimaced again. Astraeus, whose eyes were much keener than hers, shrieked suddenly before launching himself into the air. With a scowl, she glared upwards. "You're so welcome, your Majesty," she grumbled, though she could not help a smile. His own amusement flowed through the bond; so, too, did his sudden wariness. He sent an image of a small, light form picking its way across the sand. The dove increased her pace, assuming the air of the Transcended, Sultana of the Dragon's Throat. Her stride was purposeful as she neared the newcomer, a kind smile on her petite features. She carried a businesslike air as she came to a halt a respectful distance away, eyeing the tumbling, scaly creature in the sand. To the unicorn mare who accompanied him, she merely raised a brow. "It seems that your companion enjoys our sands," she observed, chuckling. "Allow me to welcome you. I am Sohalia, Sultana of the Dragon's Throat. How may I help you?" "Talk talk talk." @[Ophelia] Translations :: drogikh | herd khasar | small group of protectors, generals lajasar | army |
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It's been awhile - by Ophelia - 09-22-2014, 05:16 PM
RE: It's been awhile - by Sohalia - 09-23-2014, 10:06 PM
RE: It's been awhile - by Ophelia - 09-24-2014, 09:13 PM
RE: It's been awhile - by Sohalia - 09-25-2014, 03:44 PM
RE: It's been awhile - by Ophelia - 09-30-2014, 11:34 AM
RE: It's been awhile - by Sohalia - 10-11-2014, 01:31 AM
RE: It's been awhile - by Ophelia - 10-12-2014, 07:28 PM
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