Nikolai
Not all truths
Belong to the light
Belong to the light
Nikolai scowled slightly as a flush rose to his cheeks, "You never know. They're not exactly normal trees." It was a poor argument, but he didn't trust those freaky plants to follow basic logic. Who knew what they were capable of?
The Loreseekers is a familiar name and Nikolai nodded as he sat down, "I do. Sam mentioned it once." Teaches others to read certainly sounded like a Sam thing to do. The thought sent a pang of grief through the young Ascended. He pushed that aside and dove into teaching Maea, glad for the distraction.
"Alright. Give me one second." Activating his upgrade, Nikolai's eyes flashed blue. He wanted to make sure that he properly translated the poem word for word. Grabbing a piece of paper and pen he quickly jotted down the poem in teh common tongue before taking another piece of paper out and writing gown the alphabet of the old language.
"Ok so here's the poem in the common tongue. Notice how it still retains a similar flow to its native one?" He pointed to the general format and breakage in the lines.
Running his finger under the separate lines of each copy, he added, "And we're lucky that the alphabets follow a similar structure. They may be different and there are more letters in the old language, but you can see how they're related just by looking at them." Related as in similar constructs and grammar that was.
The Loreseekers is a familiar name and Nikolai nodded as he sat down, "I do. Sam mentioned it once." Teaches others to read certainly sounded like a Sam thing to do. The thought sent a pang of grief through the young Ascended. He pushed that aside and dove into teaching Maea, glad for the distraction.
"Alright. Give me one second." Activating his upgrade, Nikolai's eyes flashed blue. He wanted to make sure that he properly translated the poem word for word. Grabbing a piece of paper and pen he quickly jotted down the poem in teh common tongue before taking another piece of paper out and writing gown the alphabet of the old language.
"Ok so here's the poem in the common tongue. Notice how it still retains a similar flow to its native one?" He pointed to the general format and breakage in the lines.
Running his finger under the separate lines of each copy, he added, "And we're lucky that the alphabets follow a similar structure. They may be different and there are more letters in the old language, but you can see how they're related just by looking at them." Related as in similar constructs and grammar that was.
Some lie in wait
For you to step into the shadows
For you to step into the shadows
