Back Door to Freedom {AW}

Vincenzo was to excited to feel embarrassed by his behavior. He was sure the Fratelli Rossi would shake their heads in disdain if they'd seen the puppy-ish way he was acting but he was a man cut off from his family, his brothers, his adoptive culture. Any snippet of it he could find in this strange land was to be clung to. He nodded eagerly at her words. It was a feeling he understood all to well and even though some of her phrasing was off it didn't dim his enthusiasm. Italian was not her first language, he could tell that but the fact that she knew enough of it to hold a decent conversation was a blessing.

Jaelle stated that she was from a roving band of travelers, that she came from no singular place. He found the prospect interesting. He preferred to be settled in one spot personally but circumstances had forced him to get used to life as a wanderer, at least until he settled in Vyper. Qual è la sua lingua madre, Jaelle? Hai incontrato qualcuno che lo parla? Se vi piace posso provare a imparare. He was willing to learn her language so he could return the favor she'd so graciously given him though he knew he would be awkward and clumsy at first. Sei stato in Vyper lingo?.


"Speech"