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Makia Andresil
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Fri Apr 19, 2019 10:07 pm

Spring 4th of Intas 2718
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1200 Hours
Astonie

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"A big... picture." Makia said in her broken Estuan. The Human man beside her laughed.

"Tattoo... but it is a type of picture, yes." He continued with his work. Makia was lying face down on the man' wooden eating table, the only hard, flat surface in the house that was high enough for him to sit next to and work on Makia's back. She was bare chested, her breasts flattened under her weight on the table. The wood had warmed to her body heat by now, and so the only remaining uncomfortable aspect of it was the rough surface on her soft skin. This feeling, though, was easily ignored when the needles of ink were quickly puncturing her skin.

Taris was a fun Human, Makia thought. He was one of the few permanent residences of Anostie. He mainly worked in supplying wooden goods to the traveling Wicks that passed through, mainly the Black Hand tribe that journeyed to the little campground more regularly than the other tribes. Makia had known Taris then for many years, and had been coming to him for tattoos for just as many. He was not the best tattooist Makia had seen, for sure. But it was a little hobby he seemed to enjoy, and Makia enjoyed his company as well. She did not mind filling in the tiny spaces of white skin left on her with the little drawings of the simple Human.

Because of his close dealings with the Wicks, Taris knew the Tek language very well, however his first language, like most Humans, was Estuan. Makia knew little Estuan. Her tribe had taught her the broken words so she was able to communicate with other races such as Humans and Galdori when they came across them in their travels. But Tek was the language the Wicks spoke, and so over the years her Estuan was rarely used.

Makia was soon headed to the Wick Festival in Surwood Isle, like she and her tribe, along with most Wicks around the Kingdom, did every year. But Makia had changing plans soon after, and while her tribe was not aware quite yet of such plans, she had decided upon them, and needed to take some action pertaining to them.

She knew that soon, she would be in the company of mainly humans, rather than Wicks, depending on where she ended up in the world after leaving her tribe later this season. The Wick Festival would be a celebration not only of her race and culture, but of the life she led with the Black Hand Tribe. They were her family and while it hurt to know that she would be leaving them, she was hopeful that she would find her place in the world soon after.

Part of preparing for such a life, Makia knew the Estuan language would be more important to her than ever. She knew her chance to learn was limited, as life on Surwood Isle would be exclusively Tek, so this month of Intas was extremely important. Taris was helpful here, and he agreed to help Makia with her goal, as well as give her another picture.

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Fri Apr 19, 2019 10:39 pm

"Now try to describe the tattoo I am drawing." Taris ordered Makia in perfect Estuan.

Makia moved her head up from where it rested on the back of her folded hands. Taris stopped drawing, and gave Makia a hard look, clearly meaning, 'stop moving', as she looked up at him, quizzically. She grinned at his face and set her chin back down on her hands. "What is... describe?" She spoke again in Estuan. Taris had demanded the two of them speak only in the difficult language for the entirety of this meeting. He claimed it was the best way for her to learn. She obliged, wanted, truly, to understand and learn, but it was difficult much of the time. It was very often where she would repeat words back to him, not understanding their meaning.

"Describe means to explain what something looks or smells or feels like. In this case tell me what it looks like." He explained. Taris claimed that the Tek language was derived from Estuan, and that the languages were not really that different at all. Makia doubted that, but sometimes she could see the similarities. Often a Tek word and an Estuan word were the same and meant the same as well. However to Makia it seemed that Estuan was a fancy language, with complicated and unnecessary words. She thought it was a pompous and tired language, and she understood why the Galdori spoke it. Tek was much simpler, it was spoken quicker and required much less work to think up a sentence. Makia sighed.

"Ya asks me to tell it, ya better knoes whatcha's doin'." She joked at him in Tek, temporarily forgetting his Estuan-Only rule. He stopped drawing with the needles on her back for a quick moment at he freed one hand long enough to lightly and swiftly tap teh top of the Wick's head in punishment. She snarled lightly back at him, their relationship friendly and playful. She continued with the lesson though, as he continued with his artwork. "The... Tattoo is a paw with sharp nails. It is orange and black." She said, using the new word of 'tattoo' he just taught her. She was attempting to describe the tiger claw Taris was currently drawing on her shoulder blade.

"The animal is called a Tiger, but you know that." He said, telling her that the animals name was the same in both Tek and Estuan. She nodded into her chin, musing at the similarity. "A Tiger paw, then, as if it is fighting." She continued, attempting to describe the hostile nature the claw would seem to put forth as it appeared to rip through her skin.

"Most pronouns -" He paused, knowing she would not understand that word, "a name for something like you are a Wick or Makia." He explained, "are the same in both Tek and Estuan, but not all." He warned.

She thought for a moment, silently. She thought she understood what he meant. Her name was Makia Andresil, that is what she was called, it was unique to her. Therefore her name would not change between languages. This must be the same with other names, like the Tiger is called the Tiger and nothing else is called a Tiger, therefore it would not change between the languages. She blinked, solidifying the idea in her mind. "What names are not the same?" She wondered to him.

He was silent for a moment, clearly thinking about the question as he poked her thin skin, piercing the layers and depositing the ink inside. "Well, Durg, for example. Durg is not changed in Estuan, instead it does not exist. This is because a Durg is only ever a Wick and only ever within Wick culture. The nearest word in Estuan would be 'Leader', perhaps."

Makia knew what Leader meant, but it was a broad word. Durg was the leader of a Wick tribe, and Durg was the title given those individuals. But Makia knew Human and Galdori civilizations were not like their Wick tribes, so they do not have Durgs, what titles do they have then? It was likely she would find out once she was among them. She knew there was the King and Queen Galdori in Vienda, maybe they were like Durgs, though they seemed more monumental somehow.
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Sat Apr 20, 2019 1:07 am

They stopped their talking for a moment, whether they had simply run out of things to talk about, or Taris was too concentrated on his work, Makia soon sunk into her own thoughts.

Was it so true that the world was so populated by humans and so ruled by Galdori that her native tongue of Tek would be useless in her travels? Living with the Black Hand tribe, a Wick tribe, she had never had a need for any other language. Even Monite, the language of magic, was only generally used by those who practices the Spoke's Almanac. Makia was never too inclined with the magic, she knew a bit about it and had cast a spell or two in her life, but, along with many other Black Hands, she preferred the Spoke's Tricks, a more realistic almanac. At the very least, it helped in her brawls.

"Are there so many Humans? Galdori?" She asked in Estuan, noticing Humans and Galdori did not change just as with Wicks. She sighed a bit, worried about taking on a world she was suddenly realizing she knew nothing about, despite her nomadic travels. Being in a tribe meant you saw the world, but it also meant a seclusion of sorts, trapped in a culture. And while she loved Wicks and considered every one of the race as family, she longed for the other cultures, the cities, new stories, new experiences.

Taris took a moment before replying, Makia did not bother to look at him, she knew he was trying to form his words correctly. "Humans dominate the population, but Galdori dominate them. You Wicks are as free as free gets in this world. Do you know what you might be getting yourself into?" His voice held concern, she tried not to get annoyed by that. She could take care of herself.

She did manage to scoff slightly, "What do ya knoe of me ways, natt." She said defensively, reverting back to Tek instinctively. Taris did not object this time. "Come beata, I know you thinkin' of leaving the spoke life, becoming a drift, denk around until you find a new fami." He responded in his own Tek, well versed even with his slight accent.

"I's not replacin' me fami, they always be me kint. But the jent 'ave ere'thin'. Don' dob on me, brunno..." She said sadly. She would miss her friend when she left. It was always fact that she would return to Astonie soon enough to see him, but now everything was uncertain, up in the air. It was possible she would never see him once she left.

Yet despite her worries and the sadness tinged in the air, Taris laughed, his rumble deep and comforting. "Hey, it is none of my business where you wander, kid. Now back to learning, keep up." He demanded, shifting his weight in the chair he perched in. The needles bore harder on her back, as if signaling both to her and him that work still needed to be done.

"Thank you, Taris, for teaching me this new words." She said, deeply grateful for his companionship and aid.

"Language." He corrected, in return.
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