it can get so much worse - o, language class

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REDVOX "VINNY" ABRAMO - cis male - goat-bat hybrid - harbinger

Vinny had never really thought much about the language that he and just about everyone else on the island spoke. It was just what had been taught to him since birth, and so he had gotten used to it, the words sounding natural on his tongue. Sure, he had an accent that made it so occasionally he didn't pronounce the English words quite right, like when he dropped the g off of something or didn't pronounce the h as well as he should've. But overall, he liked to think that he was pretty damn good at English, especially considering he had been taught English and Italian in tandem with one another. The majority of his family within the Halls had Italian roots, and ever since he had just been a little tiny kitten – very far removed from his current odd hybrid form – he had been taught the English and Italian words for things at the same time. Thankfully he didn't do it too much anymore, but there had once been a time in his life where he would forget the word for something in one language that he could plainly remember in the other, or he would mix together words messily while speaking to someone else. It had certainly been quite entertaining whenever he had been in the middle of training with Hadley and she had suddenly looked at him like he had three heads when he loudly shouted cazzo in the middle of it instead of fuck when he slipped up.

In many ways, Aslisk reminded him a lot of himself at that awkward phase of life where the two languages had been sloppily battling in his head. Often she mixed together whatever her native language was with the English he was used to, and he would suddenly feel very much like Hadley when he would just stare at the wyvern in confusion. He had taken to calling Aslisk's language "nonsense words" not in some effort to actually insult her or her culture, but mainly just because they didn't sound like any other language he had ever heard. Hell, they didn't even sound a little bit like Latin, a language that Vin had learned a bit of just because it was the basis for so many other languages. Often Vox found himself wondering what the hell Aslisk was saying when she bellowed out words that sounded like nothing else he had ever heard, and it seemed as though now he would finally have a chance to learn. Vox had just been crawling in through the front window of the fortress when he heard Aslisk, still shaking snow from his wings as she announced what she was intent on doing. He was feeling a bit tired from ice fishing earlier in the day, and the cold had seeped down far into his bones... but he was curious, and he couldn't help the way that his mind pulled him towards where the other was. Sitting down nearby, the harbinger had to crane his neck up slightly to look at Aslisk in her strange dinosaur form, his voice soft, "Hey, Aslisk. I suppose that I'll participate, if ya don't mind havin' me... your language got a name?" He was curious to hear if her language actually was one of this world, and he just hadn't recognized it properly. Although he found himself very doubtful that would be the case.