Ulroman bent back in shock, taking a slightly more human-like shape; “How dare you assume such a thing!?”
“Some languages are known to all.” I said plainly.
“What do you mean?”
“Ya’ never heard that phrase?” I screeched.
“No, I have not... it is common among those of Celestial descent?”
“More around this whole country, not the whole continent, if that’s what ya’ talking about, which ya’ probs are.” I said, staring at the ground next to me with a little smile.
Just Ulroman was about to say something else, a noisy crash came from behind me, with it also came the sunrise’s light, blinding into the warehouse.
“God, what happened to you, young girl?” came the rough, somewhat-stern voice of that Aran knight.
“Ee~eehhh...? Sir, can I ask how ya’ found me?” I asked, turning around with complete shock. The knight had knocked down the door that was ever so slightly too short for him to enter.
“I was heading to the palace when I heard your screech.” he explained briefly.
“I must go. Child, please speak naught of me.” Ulroman said, before floating away and disappearing.
“Naught? What’s that mean?”
“Nothing.”
“Then I have no idea what he said.”
“No, it means ‘nothing’...I know you must be older than your height tells me, but you seem to have the intelligence of a six or seven year-old nonetheless...”
“Hey!”
“Some languages are known to all.” I said plainly.
“What do you mean?”
“Ya’ never heard that phrase?” I screeched.
“No, I have not... it is common among those of Celestial descent?”
“More around this whole country, not the whole continent, if that’s what ya’ talking about, which ya’ probs are.” I said, staring at the ground next to me with a little smile.
Just Ulroman was about to say something else, a noisy crash came from behind me, with it also came the sunrise’s light, blinding into the warehouse.
“God, what happened to you, young girl?” came the rough, somewhat-stern voice of that Aran knight.
“Ee~eehhh...? Sir, can I ask how ya’ found me?” I asked, turning around with complete shock. The knight had knocked down the door that was ever so slightly too short for him to enter.
“I was heading to the palace when I heard your screech.” he explained briefly.
“I must go. Child, please speak naught of me.” Ulroman said, before floating away and disappearing.
“Naught? What’s that mean?”
“Nothing.”
“Then I have no idea what he said.”
“No, it means ‘nothing’...I know you must be older than your height tells me, but you seem to have the intelligence of a six or seven year-old nonetheless...”
“Hey!”