Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31049256-20170802162903/@comment-28358106-20170804205533

(I just use an online translator. I mix in body language with parenthesis where proper pronouns don't exist.)

"Ful uth Danthe tïnva. Pægaan mindok fin golz'röt, nuz'ad ttinvaak ni'ul aan vahzen'yol." [So my Danthe has spoken. Many claim the stone words, but few know their truth/fire.]

Partha again leans out and takes a few cautious sniffs, then pauses, blinking. She then takes several deeper sniffs, and, leaning forward, licks his hand with a flick of her tongue. She straightens out and turns and looks at her mother.

"Rok käar med denek ahrk'kul ahrk'pogän ahrk'vahdïn, Ama!" [He smells like dirt and and candy and many wives, Mother!]

Tirush visibly deflates, but gives her daughter a kind, if rough pat. "My beautiful child, I love you," She says in plain speech, only with only partial sarcasm.