04-22-2021, 10:23 AM
Fathom realized, all too late, that he had never learned to speak english. He could read it mentally, hear it soundly, but speaking and writing it was a whole different level. His head dipped in greeting to Keona, jaws opening for a moment then closing, lips moving in quiet foreign words. A large paw tapped against his lower jaw for a moment, head looking toward Danny and Lumia. Sadness graced his eyes, a frown pulling on his scaled lips.
He managed, within the centuries old memories, to find spare words he could use. "Fathom. Seek Home." He was hesitant, unsure if he was making the right words. And then he directed his next set of broken words to Lumia - [color=#00ced1]"Etherian. Of the Gods. Of him." And he pointed a large paw to the sun, though there was bitterness in the word 'him'.
He managed, within the centuries old memories, to find spare words he could use. "Fathom. Seek Home." He was hesitant, unsure if he was making the right words. And then he directed his next set of broken words to Lumia - [color=#00ced1]"Etherian. Of the Gods. Of him." And he pointed a large paw to the sun, though there was bitterness in the word 'him'.
[color=#4ca3dd]❅ THIS WORLD IS NOT MADE FOR YOU!
" THEY NEVER HAD IT LIKE ME, LIKE ME / THEY NEVER REALLY LIKED ME, LIKED ME! " ————————————————— ˊˎ˗