The Girl Who Could Fly
10-19-2016, 03:07 PM
(This post was last modified: 10-19-2016, 03:08 PM by Oleander I.)
Her face seemed to fall when he called her kind, leaving Oleander's mind reeling. He had no idea what he did wrong, he thought that she would be happy with his words. His own features grew more stoic, back more ridged until she once again smiled at him. A large breath rushed out of his lungs as he relaxed with the exhale, his own small smile regrowing on his maw. This whole social construct wasn't something that he was good at... at all. Hopefully after a bit more practice he could do this with ease instead of stressing at every twist and turn. He just nodded his head when she spoke, shifting his weight across his paws. He needed to learn a lot faster than he was, Cedar wouldn't always be here to make him feel better. Plus, what would happen if Cedar ever decided to go off on his own? He would be left to his own devices, and there wasn't much he was good at besides anything to do with herbs and plants. Now that he could spend hours and hours on. But talking? Nope. Oleander's tail batted on the hardened ground below then when she said that she spoke another language, but it was not one that he knew. He frowned slightly when she said that no one else spoke it, that was exactly how he felt about Latin. Only his own kin seemed to speak it, there wasn't a soul he had met here that had understood him. "I am the same, we suffer in the same way," he said quietly, falling silent again for several heartbeats. His brows furrowed together, he wasn't the best teacher but perhaps they could share? "What if we teach each other, commercia linguae, trade languages. Maybe then we won't feel so solum, alone," It wasn't one of his best ideas, but it was out there now. There was no taking it back now. His grin turned into something a little more awkward, afraid that he would be turned down and called foolish. The brute felt like a child all over again, seeking confirmation from a perfect stranger. This is why this whole talking thing always through him though a loop, there seemed to be unspoken rules about conversing and he was not privy to them. Letting out a soft huff, he waited with a slightly cocked head, teal eyes intent on the female. "SPEAK" -- "CEDAR SPEAKS" |
Oleander speaks Latin, but is fluent in English. Cedar is a black backed jackal and is always with Ollie unless otherwise stated.