Post by Silvia Raizer on Jul 2, 2020 18:39:27 GMT
Silvia had been baffled by the little speech in Elvish. Trained as she was to recognise metre and verse, she was sure it was poetry of some kind, but she had never possessed a talent for other tongues. She grinned when she realised what Herneiros had actually been saying. His elven father had clearly been quite a bad influence upon him. Or perhaps he had a better sense of humour than his appearance would suggest.
"Very pretty," she said. "Though I'd be careful where you recite the translation, if I were you."
She turned back to Konrad. "I'm sure you're right but I had much rather see the beast if I am to write about it." She hadn't always been completely honest with some of her songs, stealing a melody here, a couplet there, changing the words to famous songs written centuries ago, but she hoped to have some entirely new material from the expedition, material that would make her name. "A tale is so much more vivid if you have stared the enemy in its face, perhaps dealt it a mortal blow with your own hand."
"Very pretty," she said. "Though I'd be careful where you recite the translation, if I were you."
She turned back to Konrad. "I'm sure you're right but I had much rather see the beast if I am to write about it." She hadn't always been completely honest with some of her songs, stealing a melody here, a couplet there, changing the words to famous songs written centuries ago, but she hoped to have some entirely new material from the expedition, material that would make her name. "A tale is so much more vivid if you have stared the enemy in its face, perhaps dealt it a mortal blow with your own hand."
