Post by The Smith on Apr 2, 2008 1:23:31 GMT -5
Brandon sat in the library awaiting a young Royce of the Gateand the King. He had found an old book written in the Summer Island tounge, but there was little else written in any of the other languages. Well there were poetry books containing High Valyrian poems it sounded nice when read out loud but it would be little to no gain from translating the words that could mean a multitude of things in the poem’s context. He was getting a bit rusty with his Summer Islandish, so it worked out well.
The Royce girl, named Amy, and King Rickon entered. “Good day cousin and little King”. “Good day Brandon/Snowman” Amy and the King said. Brandon rolled his eyes at the nickname, while Amy giggled. “Learning to be a proper lady I see, laughing at silly jokes and all. There’s a bright future in the court for you if you continue that,” Brandon drawled causing Amy to blush. The King muttered something he couldn’t quite catch. “Let us begin the lesson then,” Brandon said.
At first Brandon read out loud for them and translated the words as they came, and checked if they remember the words when they came again. Then he wrote down some of the words and their meaning and told them to memorize them while he went for some lemon cakes. Going back to the library he tried to sneak unseen and unheard through the corridors. He wanted to see how the children were faring by themselves so he hid behind a bookshelf, making sure that the smell of cake wouldn’t warn them of his presence. Amy was faring well enough and seemed to read from the scroll, while the King was drowsing of. Brandon sighed and snuck up behind him. “A king should hold himself to higher standards,” he berated. King Rickon startled and Amy giggled a bit. He went and got the cake. “Now tell me what you have learned and you might get some cake”.
Result
Brandon increase translator to expert
Brandon increase stealth to expert
King Rickon gain some rudimentary grasp on Summer Islandish
The Royce girl, named Amy, and King Rickon entered. “Good day cousin and little King”. “Good day Brandon/Snowman” Amy and the King said. Brandon rolled his eyes at the nickname, while Amy giggled. “Learning to be a proper lady I see, laughing at silly jokes and all. There’s a bright future in the court for you if you continue that,” Brandon drawled causing Amy to blush. The King muttered something he couldn’t quite catch. “Let us begin the lesson then,” Brandon said.
At first Brandon read out loud for them and translated the words as they came, and checked if they remember the words when they came again. Then he wrote down some of the words and their meaning and told them to memorize them while he went for some lemon cakes. Going back to the library he tried to sneak unseen and unheard through the corridors. He wanted to see how the children were faring by themselves so he hid behind a bookshelf, making sure that the smell of cake wouldn’t warn them of his presence. Amy was faring well enough and seemed to read from the scroll, while the King was drowsing of. Brandon sighed and snuck up behind him. “A king should hold himself to higher standards,” he berated. King Rickon startled and Amy giggled a bit. He went and got the cake. “Now tell me what you have learned and you might get some cake”.
Result
Brandon increase translator to expert
Brandon increase stealth to expert
King Rickon gain some rudimentary grasp on Summer Islandish