15th of Ymiden
The Ancestor's Shaperate
Morning breaks
It was still early in the morning when the boy found himself in the greatest library of Uthaldria. There was no time to spare, and he needed to get to work as quickly as possible. One after another, he read through the pages of a book titled Linguistics for beginners, for he was a beginner in linguistics, and wanted to learn. It plagued him that he didn’t know how to speak Haltunga, in a city where nearly everyone spoke exclusively that, so he decided he would learn.
So far, what he understood was that some letters and letter combinations were pronounced differently in Haltunga than in Common. It was a simple thing to understand, if not basic, and yet Aeon was proud of himself for understanding at least that. He knew he wasn’t exactly talented in the languages department, so every little bit of progress was something for him.
About a break passed and the sun was now higher up on the blue Ymiden sky, when the young swordsman decided to try it from a different angle. He would learn about common, before learning about Haltunga. Sure, he knew how to speak the language near perfectly, but what did he really know about it? Starting from the beginning, he turned the book backwards up to page 12. The basics of the Common tongue.
Each sentence contains a subject and a predicate.” Aeon noted, as he tried to picture in his mind what both of those were. Of course, the predicate was the verb, while the subject was the noun. But turning the clock even further back, the boy asked himself, what was a verb, and what was a noun? Turning the pages even more, Aeon would learn about it as well, a verb was a word that described actions or states of being, while a noun was a word used to name a thing, person, an idea, or something similar. According to the book at least.
The boy proceeded to learn about the intricacies of the language he spoke daily, reading about how sentences could contain multiple verbs, but only one predicate, so one verb would be the predicate, while the others were there, for some reason Aeon simply couldn’t comprehend. What was the point of a predicate if one could simply throw another verb in there anyways? The confused look gave away his lack of good education to the librarian woman, as she watched him struggle with his thoughts from behind a shelf. She was doing her own work, but she was also intrigued by the boy. Who wouldn’t be, considering he was constantly mumbling to his own chin?
Sweat made its way down from his forehead, considering the summer was awfully hot this arc, even more so than the last one, but the boy didn’t mind it, he simply wiped it off the continued on reading. His finger, on the hand made of flesh, pressed against the paper as if he wanted to torture it as he read more and more about linguistics. The further in he went, the less he understood. The more he was supposed to be learning, the less sense it all made. Complications were everywhere, and rules that were made just a few pages ago were now being broken for the sake of exceptions. How did anyone ever get really good at it, he knew not.
The further in he went, the more he squinted with his one eye as it grew tired of reading such small letters constantly. He still had no idea as to what he was doing, especially not with the language of the lothar, but at least he knew common better now. Or he would think so, until he came to a new rule that was then again broken by a new exception. It was tiring, remembering every rule and law and remembering every situation in which it didn’t apply.
Before long, he was on the adverbs, and that was in no way easier than anything he had previously read about. If nothing, it was just a lot harder. He passed the What are adverbs? section without remembering any of it, and then he turned the page back and needed to go over it once more. Confusion showed itself in the way his chin had dropped several inches away from his scarred face, but who knew, that could’ve been the tiredness from the amount of reading he was doing.
Finally, Aeon decided to close the book, to the relief of everyone who was watching him by then. They all could see how much he was struggling with the languages, and he knew it as well, so the boy decided to take a break, and take a walk around the streets of Uthaldria before returning sometime later to finish what he had started.
The Ancestor's Shaperate
Morning breaks
It was still early in the morning when the boy found himself in the greatest library of Uthaldria. There was no time to spare, and he needed to get to work as quickly as possible. One after another, he read through the pages of a book titled Linguistics for beginners, for he was a beginner in linguistics, and wanted to learn. It plagued him that he didn’t know how to speak Haltunga, in a city where nearly everyone spoke exclusively that, so he decided he would learn.
So far, what he understood was that some letters and letter combinations were pronounced differently in Haltunga than in Common. It was a simple thing to understand, if not basic, and yet Aeon was proud of himself for understanding at least that. He knew he wasn’t exactly talented in the languages department, so every little bit of progress was something for him.
About a break passed and the sun was now higher up on the blue Ymiden sky, when the young swordsman decided to try it from a different angle. He would learn about common, before learning about Haltunga. Sure, he knew how to speak the language near perfectly, but what did he really know about it? Starting from the beginning, he turned the book backwards up to page 12. The basics of the Common tongue.
Each sentence contains a subject and a predicate.” Aeon noted, as he tried to picture in his mind what both of those were. Of course, the predicate was the verb, while the subject was the noun. But turning the clock even further back, the boy asked himself, what was a verb, and what was a noun? Turning the pages even more, Aeon would learn about it as well, a verb was a word that described actions or states of being, while a noun was a word used to name a thing, person, an idea, or something similar. According to the book at least.
The boy proceeded to learn about the intricacies of the language he spoke daily, reading about how sentences could contain multiple verbs, but only one predicate, so one verb would be the predicate, while the others were there, for some reason Aeon simply couldn’t comprehend. What was the point of a predicate if one could simply throw another verb in there anyways? The confused look gave away his lack of good education to the librarian woman, as she watched him struggle with his thoughts from behind a shelf. She was doing her own work, but she was also intrigued by the boy. Who wouldn’t be, considering he was constantly mumbling to his own chin?
Sweat made its way down from his forehead, considering the summer was awfully hot this arc, even more so than the last one, but the boy didn’t mind it, he simply wiped it off the continued on reading. His finger, on the hand made of flesh, pressed against the paper as if he wanted to torture it as he read more and more about linguistics. The further in he went, the less he understood. The more he was supposed to be learning, the less sense it all made. Complications were everywhere, and rules that were made just a few pages ago were now being broken for the sake of exceptions. How did anyone ever get really good at it, he knew not.
The further in he went, the more he squinted with his one eye as it grew tired of reading such small letters constantly. He still had no idea as to what he was doing, especially not with the language of the lothar, but at least he knew common better now. Or he would think so, until he came to a new rule that was then again broken by a new exception. It was tiring, remembering every rule and law and remembering every situation in which it didn’t apply.
Before long, he was on the adverbs, and that was in no way easier than anything he had previously read about. If nothing, it was just a lot harder. He passed the What are adverbs? section without remembering any of it, and then he turned the page back and needed to go over it once more. Confusion showed itself in the way his chin had dropped several inches away from his scarred face, but who knew, that could’ve been the tiredness from the amount of reading he was doing.
Finally, Aeon decided to close the book, to the relief of everyone who was watching him by then. They all could see how much he was struggling with the languages, and he knew it as well, so the boy decided to take a break, and take a walk around the streets of Uthaldria before returning sometime later to finish what he had started.
