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★ WHEN MY HEART IS MADE FROM GOLD AND FORGIVENESS SEEMS TOO BOLD
"Do you - can you read Latin?" Hazel asked, surprise lacing her voice. Generally, when someone had Latin books in their library, it was just for show - but the more Hazel had looked, the more she had noticed how soft the leather binding looked. It was possible they were soft from use, and that Bastille was...fluent? "Wait, can you speak it?" She asked, voice lilting up in her hope.
Hazel never knew where her bilingual abilities had originated; they were simply there, as if they had always been a part of her rather than something she had gained. Mother used to hate it when she spoke in Latin, but it wasn't as if it was something she could help. It slipped out when she was nervous or uncomfortable, or...overly excited. Any extreme and there would be Latin on the tip of her tongue.
She had never met anyone else with the same ability. There were people that spoke Spanish and French and German in her old home, but never Latin. It pulled her in two directions: finally being able to call herself special, or isolating herself even further from the norms of the clan. She had done the latter, and tried to stow away the language so her clan mates wouldn't see her as such a freak.
But...learn? To read English? Hazel eyes snapped upwards. The answer was yes, with all her heart - of course she wanted to learn to read English. Not only would she be like everyone else, but she would be able to read fairy tales and science fiction. She could read about fantasy worlds and finally write her own concepts on paper in words that people would understand. Christ, why was that a question?
"Yes, I do - absolutely. Want to read, I mean." She said, her hand coming to rest against Arion's withers. Her fingers bent, nails scraping against his favorite spot. The colt preened, pressing his weight further against her like a pampered cat. "I'd love to read English." Her eyes fell to her hand as the words slipped out, softer, more bashful and accompanying a small smile. Over-eagerness was something Hazel had been exuding from the moment she'd reached the Ascendants, and knew at one point or another, she would have to dial back.
As Bastille asked his question, Hazel smiled, looking at Arion with a sort of sibling fondness. "His name's Arion," She replied, shoulders easing with the ease of the topic. "I named him after the horse from Greek mythology - an immortal, supersonic horse who was the son of Neptune and Ceres." The pride in her voice died on her tongue as she squinted her eyes, a mental "Wait a minute - " as she caught her mistake. "Er, Poseidon and Demeter, I mean." She corrected herself.
That was a common mistake; Hazel knew Greek mythology very well, but when it came to naming things, she would revert automatically to the Roman version of things, and it would take her a moment to catch herself. Nevertheless, the slip-up caused a second's blush to burn at the tip of her ears before she was fiddling with the hem of her shirt and blurting out the question she'd wanted to ask since this boy appeared on the border: "What's your name?"
Hazel never knew where her bilingual abilities had originated; they were simply there, as if they had always been a part of her rather than something she had gained. Mother used to hate it when she spoke in Latin, but it wasn't as if it was something she could help. It slipped out when she was nervous or uncomfortable, or...overly excited. Any extreme and there would be Latin on the tip of her tongue.
She had never met anyone else with the same ability. There were people that spoke Spanish and French and German in her old home, but never Latin. It pulled her in two directions: finally being able to call herself special, or isolating herself even further from the norms of the clan. She had done the latter, and tried to stow away the language so her clan mates wouldn't see her as such a freak.
But...learn? To read English? Hazel eyes snapped upwards. The answer was yes, with all her heart - of course she wanted to learn to read English. Not only would she be like everyone else, but she would be able to read fairy tales and science fiction. She could read about fantasy worlds and finally write her own concepts on paper in words that people would understand. Christ, why was that a question?
"Yes, I do - absolutely. Want to read, I mean." She said, her hand coming to rest against Arion's withers. Her fingers bent, nails scraping against his favorite spot. The colt preened, pressing his weight further against her like a pampered cat. "I'd love to read English." Her eyes fell to her hand as the words slipped out, softer, more bashful and accompanying a small smile. Over-eagerness was something Hazel had been exuding from the moment she'd reached the Ascendants, and knew at one point or another, she would have to dial back.
As Bastille asked his question, Hazel smiled, looking at Arion with a sort of sibling fondness. "His name's Arion," She replied, shoulders easing with the ease of the topic. "I named him after the horse from Greek mythology - an immortal, supersonic horse who was the son of Neptune and Ceres." The pride in her voice died on her tongue as she squinted her eyes, a mental "Wait a minute - " as she caught her mistake. "Er, Poseidon and Demeter, I mean." She corrected herself.
That was a common mistake; Hazel knew Greek mythology very well, but when it came to naming things, she would revert automatically to the Roman version of things, and it would take her a moment to catch herself. Nevertheless, the slip-up caused a second's blush to burn at the tip of her ears before she was fiddling with the hem of her shirt and blurting out the question she'd wanted to ask since this boy appeared on the border: "What's your name?"
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