Black eyes shot open in the middle of the night. Sweat beaded down a forehead of a five arcs child. Her hair was luckily held back by a ribbon. She really didn’t want to feel it against her skin at the moment. It felt unbearably hot , even without the blanket on her. With a groan, chubby arms reached out towards the wooden ceiling. It was another nightmare, the same one at that. It has been happening for a week now.
She was being chased through the forest. Her bare feet and legs kept gaining scratches as she ran full speed ahead. That was until her legs started to feel like they were in sand. Every step she took seemed to cause her to sink even more. The forest got colder and the feeling of being watched amplified. Her poor small heart was pounding quicker as she felt the earth shake around her. The trees started to take on a more sinister look and appeared to be leaning in towards her. Suddenly, she felt a presence in front of her. She didn’t dare raise her eyes from the sand pooling around her waist. Its mouth was open and had started to⎯she stopped before scaring herself even more.
Deciding that being in bed wasn’t going to make her feel any better, she climbed over her sisters in their shared bed. The cool wooden floor helped relieve a bit of the heat from her body, at least her feet mostly. Her feet swiftly padded against the wood and out the door. She made her way towards the living space. Light from the windows lit up the room a bit, but not much. What caught most of the little girl’s attention was the group of captured glow bugs. Their soft glow reflected off the skin of the Sev’ryn sitting with their legs crossed under a low table. His eyes were focused on the paper he was writing on. Her father was mumbling in, what she assumes, words that she doesn’t know.
Luck wasn’t with the man this night, the child’s interest was piqued and she wanted to know what was going on. She almost slammed herself into her father’s back. Unfortunately, he didn’t have sharp reflexes like his Dabi Uaya, so he wasn’t able to dodge or catch his daughter. With a sigh of annoyance, he turn slightly and let his daughter slide down to the floor to his side. “Dẹọdọ awt ke’u noiva yeztlik'o',” the child asked while climbing into the man’s lap. He frowned as her arms rubbed against his as she struggled to get in his lap. She felt unusually hot and it was cool night. He didn’t get much time to think about before his daughter started to fiddle with his documents. “I’m writingav alailesin,” Jelir'ki switched to Xanthea at the last minute.
Na’liya just blinked only understanding the second part of the sentence. So he was doing work? That sounded boring to the little girl. She was wide awake now and had a sudden burst of energy. “Sev snẹyä tä àdíẹ⎯,” she spoke a bit too loudly.
Her father cringed from the loud statement and put a hand over her mouth. He didn’t want her waking up the whole family. It was hard enough to get the twins in bed when they would rather be up at night as well. “Sev teth àdíẹ wäjẹ tare,” he spoke softly to his daughter who was wiggling about.
A pout came across her lips at her father's refusal to play. Crossing her arms she huffed and put her head on the table. Her eyes looked down at the unfamiliar symbols on it. Reaching a hand up, she grabbed her father’s ponytail and yanked it slightly. “Dẹọdọ's ïdäkẹjï?” She felt her father shift to see what she was talking about. The silence drawled out for a few trills. Which wasn’t long, but to the five arc old it was eternity. She started to think her father was going to tell her until he lifted her head and rested it against his wide chest.
Translations
Dẹọdọ awt ke’u noiva yeztlik'o' - What are you doing father
av alailesin- a letter
Sev snẹyä tä àdíẹ - I want to play
Sev teth àdíẹ wäjẹ tare - I can't play right now
Dẹọdọ's ïdäkẹjï - What's this
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“Ọsïsẹ ies bayyanannu,” he said while looking over his papers. They could wait. It was a simple letter to one of his friends in Viden. His friend didn’t know much of Xanthea, but he didn’t mind writing in Common. A questioning bayyanannu was heard by under the man’s chin. “Common,” he stated. That too got a questioning tone when repeated. “Èrè's asuguru ipanukan,” the older Sev’ryn stated simply. He wasn't use to having to answer so many questions but he learned that he would have to ever since his little Nana was able to talk. He waited patiently for the soon to be avalanche of questions. He waited and waited some more. There was nothing but a simple statement that reached his ears.
“Ärïwọ eo,” the child stated with a determined but excited eyes. Her father didn’t give her a fast enough response, so she started to bounce slightly out impatience for the man’s silence. A hand was placed on her hand and a yes a was heard. She didn’t know the word yes, but the way she smirked at her she knew that it must of been käsatseng. Moving herself up towards the table, she pointed to the first symbol that caught her eyes. It was the first one on the paper, “dẹọdọ ïdäkẹjï nïlọ.” Jer’lik lowered his head onto the child’s head and looked at the word, “ọsïsẹ ies Hello.”
Na’liya traced the symbols, “hello,” she repeated. The man twisted his lips up in thought. “Ṣïṣẹ awt takip nïlọ toṣe teyrpin. Ṣïṣẹ awt words, ara kọv Xanthea,” he explained to the child that was already trying to get her father to look at another word. With a sigh, he pulled over a piece of vellum and a quill. “Na’liya, ibalopọ,” Jer’lik tried to urge the child to look at the blank sheet in front of them.
The child’s wandered over to the vellum and waited to see what was going to happen. Was he going to start drawing? With that thought in mind, the young Sev’ryn grabbed the ink tipped quill quickly. She wanted to draw too! Without thinking, Na’liya started to draw on her arm. The ink was cold but ticklish. A loud sigh was heard above her, but she didn’t pay attention to it too much. A few trills later an arm was shoved into the adult's face.
The older person looked at the crude picture of a running black flower. He looked down the girl who had turned to face him completely. He could see that she was happy with her work, even though she did kind of waste his ink. A lopsided smile played on to his lips before he fell back onto his back. He felt his daughter punch him in the stomach. His guess that she didn’t enjoy the sudden movement. A small chuckle escaped him. Well his plan to actually show Na’liya how to spell Hello. Ah, he was so tired. Looking up, he realized that the ball of hyper was no longer….well being hyper. She was looking back at something on the table. “Dẹọdọ awt ke’u noiva toṣe teyrpin?”
Na’liya looked down at her father and held up a sheet of vellum. A messy and far too large hello was shown. She slid off and crawled up to her dad’s face and all but shoved her picture into it. “Ibalopọ,” she whispered in excitement. She did it! She drew that sym⎯No, he said it was a word. She drew that word! There was a giddiness to the way she moves as she huddled up on her arms and legs next to her father’s head, “Hello,” she tried to whisper but a giggle was heard before she could finish it. “Hello. Hello. Hello. Hello,” she had gotten up to sing around the room. She danced as she sang the new word that she learned.
The man just laid on the wooden floor hearing her daughter’s feet pitter patter across it. His chuckle joined in the song and he couldn’t help but laugh when his daughter flopped onto him. It amazed him how she could get so excited over a simple word. He listened as her breath seemed to slow. Peeking down at his stomach, he watched as her eyes battled to stay open. “Na’liya,” he whispered. The girl’s head tilted up to look at the man. He raised up slowly and pulled the child into his arms. It seemed that it was time for the two to go to bed. Getting up as gently as her could, he started to walk to the children’s room. Jer’lik laid the girl down in the middle of his other two daughters. With a sigh, he closed the door halfway and made his way to bed.
Translation
Ọsïsẹ ies bayyanannu-That is common. Èrè's asuguru ipanukan-It's another language. Ärïwọ eo-Teach me dẹọdọ ïdäkẹjï nïlọ-what this symbol? Ṣïṣẹ awt takip nïlọ toṣe teyrpin. Ṣïṣẹ awt words, ara kọv Xanthea-They are not symbols little one. They are words, like in Xanthea. ibalopọ-look Dẹọdọ awt ke’u noiva toṣe teyrpin- What are you doing little one?
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Story: 5/5 Collaboration: 0/5 Structure: 5/5 These points can/cannot be spent in magic
Awarded Knowledge
Discipline: Work Sometimes Comes Before Play
Language: Common
Language: Xanthea
Xanthea: Written Form
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Loot & Losses
Injuries
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Fame
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Comments
This was a lovely thread, so very cute
On a personal preference, I found it difficult to read something in a different language. I admire your commitment to the RP... however in terms of keeping your readers immersed, the reading of a fictional language makes things very difficult. I suppose it comes down to writer preference: do you support the reader, or do you support the environment? Just letting you know my personal feelings on it!
If you have any questions, comments or criticism about your review, feel free to send me a PM and we can discuss it.
Thank ye.
