Second Word :: Day 119

[wayofvoice]

Who: Paarthurnax and anyone who decides to talk with him
Open: Open
When: Throughout the day of Day 119
Where: By the river and apartments
What: An old dovah decides to spread his ways.
Format: Any

It is no secret by now that every "morning", Paarthurnax takes to the air and heads to the Skyway. It's actually probably hard to ignore it- you know, with the sound of giant wingbeats and the distinctly dragon-shaped shadow which passes over the Bastion. It's not a very long trip and, while Paarthurnax himself doesn't exactly explain them, the Pecker feathers in his jaws usually say enough.

Today, however, anyone paying attention might notice that the old dragon takes a bit longer than usual to return. Perhaps an hour over when he usually returns. There's no reason for alarm, because he comes back eventually... Just with a large slab of rock clutched in his talons. The weight of it means he moves a bit slower than usual, but he makes sure not to damage anything with it before landing the rock not too far from the river. It takes some work to force it into the earth so that it can stand upright, and some more work still to adjust it with his head so that it stands straight... But soon enough, there's a rock with some symbols carved onto it. Coincidentally, Paarthurnax's talons seem to be a bit more dull...

Paarthurnax himself is quite content as he looks over the rock, more or less the size of a wall and with jagged edges.

Comments

[wayofvoice]

I see. For some things, only time can truly ease the wounds closed once more. I am always here should you desire to speak, however.

[superdrowningskills]

[What would probably help most would be a good long stretch of no traumatic events and some therapy.]

...Perhaps I shall take you up on that offer in the future. For now, I would much rather hear more about your native tongue.

[wayofvoice]

[Therapy? In the Bastion? ...Maybe later.]

As you wish. It is dovahzul, dragon voice. It is for more quiet conversations, and not debates or arguments like one would use for the Thu'um, where words are more weaponized than is normal for many other races.

[superdrowningskills]

[Maybe if everyone pools their shards, they'll be able to afford a therapist after they get other important things.]

I see...

[He pauses for a moment, as if pondering something. Then...]

...Would you care to teach me?

[wayofvoice]

The Thu'um would possibly take more time than we have.

[There was a reason he was the Grandmaster of the Greybeards and not the Head-Full-Of-Luscious-Hair Guild, after all.]

Dovahzul? It would be a pleasure.

[superdrowningskills]

[To be fair, as long as nothing murders him, Alucard will remain eighteen pretty much forever. He smiles slightly.]

What is my first lesson, Old One?

[wayofvoice]

The alphabet of our kind. [A nod to the wall.] I have seen some of the writing of this land, and a few are similar to the letter of the language used here.

[He starts to point them out, using his nose as best he can. A, B, N, Q... Those sorts of things. There's no 'C', it should be noted.]

Others are a sound. [He points to one in particular.]



This makes the sound of 'ir', for example.

[He points out the other eight as well and what sounds they make, patient as always.]

[superdrowningskills]

[Alucard diligently copies the letters down in the dirt as Paarthurnax points to them, matching the strokes as best he can. It's not entirely accurate, but certainly not bad for one who hasn't needed to write anything down in quite literally an age.]

[wayofvoice]

[Paarthurnax is quiet until Alucard finishes completely. It's not a surprise to see that there are a few inaccuracies. The best way to write his language, after all, is to have dragon feet.]

Good. Practice more with it until it is better written and you feel comfortable. Then we shall move onto phrases.