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WHO: Princess Diana, Sister Sara Sawbones, Sol Noon and You
WHAT: Catch all
WHEN: Post-dream and onward
WHERE: All
NOTES: opens & closeds.

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The word has a familiar sound to it, but not one she can place in any language she knows. Not surprising considering it's an entierly different dimension, but still, it would have been nice if it was just a matter of conjugating a few verbs differently.

She smiles at the man and gestures to the open book she balances in one hand, "I hate to ask, but would you mind pronouncing a few of these words for me? I believe I'm starting to get the hang of it, but I'm afraid I haven't a clue what it'll all sound like."

[muckspout]

Edgard shrugs and steps closer to take a look at the book in her hand. He leans in to squint at the book, invading her space.

"comme l’eau sur le dos d’un canard" He reads aloud. "Is that what you wanted? What is this book?"

He starts to push it closed with his hands to see the title.

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She shifts slightly to give herself a little more space, a little bemused. She lets him close the book though, showing him it's a collection of Orlesian folk tales.

"For children I believe," she clarifies with a slight laugh, "I'm very early in my learning still and Serrah Dalat is indulging me. And thank you, it makes it much easier if I can hear the words." But she's heard enough of his voice now for recognition to strike, "Have we spoken before? Forgive me, your voice sounds familiar."

[muckspout]

Edgard leans his head back in realization.

"It makes much more sense if this is for children. Good wait to start. Just trying to talk is better. 'S how I learned Trade."

At her second comment, he laughs and shakes his head vigorously. He motions to her presence with a flourish.

"I am certain I have never met you before. Edgard." He nods in greeting.

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"I'm just glad I have that much in common. It's difficult to find yourself in a world where you don't speak any of the languages."

And she shares his laugh, hers a soft amused acknowledgment. It seemed this world didn't have a particular abundance of very tall and very muscular women.

"It's good to meet you, Edgard. And thank you for your encouragement. My name is Diana."

[muckspout]

"Why is it that you need to speak Orlesian?"

Edgard frowns a little, cocking his head to the side.

"Feel like I've barely used it since I've been here. Although a fair few of us speak it." He shrugs.

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That's an easy enough question to answer and she does so with a smile, "I find it helpful in getting to know other people. And for emergencies, of course, since it seems Riftwatch is something of an international organization. It is nice we all seem to share a common knowledge, but I've been in situations where that isn't the case."

[muckspout]

"Situations where you don't speak the language?" Edgard asks. "Or do you mean something else?"

He smacks a hand on a chair lightly like she's made a good point. "Suppose you're right though, you speaking orlesian made us meet.

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"The first. I didn't speak any of the common languages of my world when I first set out from home, so I know from experience. It can be rather nerve-wracking to not know what others are saying."

And she's gonna slide right past his second comment, since that sounds a bit like flirtation.