Speaking Gibberish
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The boy was standing in his grandparents suit of rooms looking at the shelf showing a number of weapons. His mother was hanging open in awe as he looked at each one in awe. The five year old and one of his sisters were being watched by the maternal grandparents on this particular evening.
This spot was the one that Pah always gravitated towards. Here was a symbolic history of his mother’s family history. The room as a whole had been decorated in ancient Hytori fashions that his mother had said was out of date before she was born but Pah loved marveling at it still. There own apartments while nice were rather bland when compared to this room.
The young boy listened as his mother and grandmother jabbered at each other in some language. Eventually his mother parted while Pah wondered if there was a way he could one of those weapons up with out getting caught.
As if reading his mind his Grandfather picked him up and putting him on his shoulders said to him. “Which one do you want to know about.”
Pah pointed to one that was very fancy. “That one belonged to my grandfather who came from Homeland.” His Hytori grandfather said with an amused smile like he was keeping something to himself. Pah then pointed to another weapon, it was a beautiful spear made of dark wood and metal blade that seemed to shimmer but other then that it lacked any other decoration. There was sadness in his voice. “That is my twin.” He said sadly and simply.
At this point his grandmother stepped up and jabbered at grandfather some more with those strange words she like to use. His grandfather turned to her and rambled back. Pah kept his eyes on the spear wondering what his grandfather meant that the spear was his twin. The jabbering ended and Pah turned his attention to the top of his grandfather’s head especially as they were now heading away from swords.
“Where are we going?” He asked in his boyish soprano.
“Grandma has decided it is time for you and your sister to learn Mythrasi.” He said titling his head up so that his eyes meet those of his winged grandson.
“What is Mythrasi? He asked curious.
“It’s the language you hear Grandma and I using between us.” He said and he lowered the boy into a chair at a table.
“Oh” was all the boy said. He looked at the table and saw a small book with a different script. Pah turned and saw his grandfather take a seat the positioned himself between his inquisitive grandson and weapons. Pah always thought it a bit weird. His other grandparents looked ancient but his mother’s parents looked as old as either of this parents. Yet he though he had heard that they were actually older then his father’s parents.
“Pahoran.” He heard a musical voice say and turned as he held and larger hand resting on his. His grandmother was sitting between him and his sister and smiled that sweet smile at them. She then handed them over a sheet of paper and then began to explain the meanings of the different symbols.
Pah began to practice drawing the symbols that she was showing them. It was very similar to the activities that his mother and father were using to teach him to read. As they worked on each letter he was also taught the sounds that came with them.
Pah actually found he enjoyed making the letters and knowing that he could one day soon form words and sentences with them. He paused and looked up at the shelves of books in the room and looked at his grandmother and said. “Will I be able to read those books one day?”
His Grandmother smiled but there seemed to be something in her eyes that wasn’t in the smile. “ I hope so.”
“How do I say Grandma and Grandpa in Mythrasi?” He asked. His grandmother told him the Mythrasi word for Grandmotger and his grandfather spoke up to say give the word for him.
Pah smiled and the turned his attention back to the letters he was drawing. It was at that time that his sister who was awful girly asked how to say yellow. With care they were taught the colors. Pah began to understand how to say yellow first and then moved on to blue, red and other colors. Her grandmother then turned it into a game. She would wonder the room and then say she had seen a certain color, but would only say it in Mythrasi. The boy found it double fun, first solving the mystery of the word and then trying to guess what it was that his Grandmother wanted them to find.
The fun and games didn’t end there. His grandfather then taught them how to count, with a silly made up song that left the two children grinning from ear to ear and laughing. It was a wonderful time as they learned these basics. After they had sung and giggled through the alpha numbers they were then asked to practicing writing them as well. Pah felt his hand beginning to cramp after who knows how long of writing. He looked up at his grandmother and said. “Can we be done”
She smiled and spoke. “Yes.”
Pah smiled and repeated the word and then grinned so proud of himself. He was learning a new language and one day soon could jabber with the rest. He stood up and walked over to his Grandmother and climbed into her lab and rested his little head against her shoulder. She put a hand on his head and held him close, at the same time his sister Inume sat next to there grandmother and rested her head against the Hytori woman’s side, even as she slipped an arm around her.
“Grandfather.” Inume said. “Were you really there with the Cult was destroyed?”
There was quiet as their grandparents were silent. Pah could feel his grandmother tense as they looked over at his grandfather. He also seemed to tense for a moment and then he relaxed just a bit. He nodded his head and looked at his grandchildren and spoke in a voice his own children wouldn’t have recognized. “Yes I was.”
“What was it like?” Pah asked, and again there was a pause.
“It was hard.” He said and looked at them both. “I will tell you all of it when your older, but I was young when everything really came to a head. I had just bonded my sword.” The two watched as he summoned the blade so that they could see it. “One day both of you will bond a weapon and join the knights.” He came closer so they could look at it from a safe distance. Pah looked at his grandfather holding it and felt that it was right, this blade was an extension of his grandfather and he dreamed of the day he would hold one to.
As they looked he continued to speak. “My father and grandfather were also knights, my father was the one who tested me.” His voice was almost distant as he spoke, drawing up memories that his children couldn’t have gotten him to touch. “I still remember standing in this room after the bonding. My father holding me close as we were both exhausted and sweaty from the experiences. But the pride in his eyes made it all worth it.”
Both children watched him with awe as he spoke. “My father and Grandfather where powerful knights who had fought evil for a long time. I matched with them to the final battle.” He looked at the two children. “You two would be proud of them, they weren’t slain in battle by anyone enemy. They both fought until they were overcome by the wounds caused by many of the enemy.” Pah was grinning from ear to ear at the image of glorious battle. “Now that is enough of that. We have more games to play.” And began tickling his grandchildren effectively diverting the subject.
It was much later when Pah was laying on the couch, stuffed, and being sung to that he heard more. His eyes were closed, but his hearing was still working as his Grandmother finished the song she was singing. She put a hand on his forehead smoothing his hair when she spoke but not to him. “That is the first time I have heard you talk about it.”
“I know.”
“Why now.”
“I honestly don’t know.” Came his deep voice. “I always wanted to protect our children from the terrors that I saw.”
“But not our Grandchildren.” His Grandmother’s voice was more curious then condemning.
“No I want to protect them as well, but with them I can see the good that happened.” He said and paused. “I also want them to know their forefathers. I suspect that they will need the strength that they held, and maybe the good memories will give them that strength.”
Then there was silence as Pah entered the world of bright knights and faceless villains'.
OOC: In memory of a Loving Grandpa, who despite his own War experience was always there for us.
704
The boy was standing in his grandparents suit of rooms looking at the shelf showing a number of weapons. His mother was hanging open in awe as he looked at each one in awe. The five year old and one of his sisters were being watched by the maternal grandparents on this particular evening.
This spot was the one that Pah always gravitated towards. Here was a symbolic history of his mother’s family history. The room as a whole had been decorated in ancient Hytori fashions that his mother had said was out of date before she was born but Pah loved marveling at it still. There own apartments while nice were rather bland when compared to this room.
The young boy listened as his mother and grandmother jabbered at each other in some language. Eventually his mother parted while Pah wondered if there was a way he could one of those weapons up with out getting caught.
As if reading his mind his Grandfather picked him up and putting him on his shoulders said to him. “Which one do you want to know about.”
Pah pointed to one that was very fancy. “That one belonged to my grandfather who came from Homeland.” His Hytori grandfather said with an amused smile like he was keeping something to himself. Pah then pointed to another weapon, it was a beautiful spear made of dark wood and metal blade that seemed to shimmer but other then that it lacked any other decoration. There was sadness in his voice. “That is my twin.” He said sadly and simply.
At this point his grandmother stepped up and jabbered at grandfather some more with those strange words she like to use. His grandfather turned to her and rambled back. Pah kept his eyes on the spear wondering what his grandfather meant that the spear was his twin. The jabbering ended and Pah turned his attention to the top of his grandfather’s head especially as they were now heading away from swords.
“Where are we going?” He asked in his boyish soprano.
“Grandma has decided it is time for you and your sister to learn Mythrasi.” He said titling his head up so that his eyes meet those of his winged grandson.
“What is Mythrasi? He asked curious.
“It’s the language you hear Grandma and I using between us.” He said and he lowered the boy into a chair at a table.
“Oh” was all the boy said. He looked at the table and saw a small book with a different script. Pah turned and saw his grandfather take a seat the positioned himself between his inquisitive grandson and weapons. Pah always thought it a bit weird. His other grandparents looked ancient but his mother’s parents looked as old as either of this parents. Yet he though he had heard that they were actually older then his father’s parents.
“Pahoran.” He heard a musical voice say and turned as he held and larger hand resting on his. His grandmother was sitting between him and his sister and smiled that sweet smile at them. She then handed them over a sheet of paper and then began to explain the meanings of the different symbols.
Pah began to practice drawing the symbols that she was showing them. It was very similar to the activities that his mother and father were using to teach him to read. As they worked on each letter he was also taught the sounds that came with them.
Pah actually found he enjoyed making the letters and knowing that he could one day soon form words and sentences with them. He paused and looked up at the shelves of books in the room and looked at his grandmother and said. “Will I be able to read those books one day?”
His Grandmother smiled but there seemed to be something in her eyes that wasn’t in the smile. “ I hope so.”
“How do I say Grandma and Grandpa in Mythrasi?” He asked. His grandmother told him the Mythrasi word for Grandmotger and his grandfather spoke up to say give the word for him.
Pah smiled and the turned his attention back to the letters he was drawing. It was at that time that his sister who was awful girly asked how to say yellow. With care they were taught the colors. Pah began to understand how to say yellow first and then moved on to blue, red and other colors. Her grandmother then turned it into a game. She would wonder the room and then say she had seen a certain color, but would only say it in Mythrasi. The boy found it double fun, first solving the mystery of the word and then trying to guess what it was that his Grandmother wanted them to find.
The fun and games didn’t end there. His grandfather then taught them how to count, with a silly made up song that left the two children grinning from ear to ear and laughing. It was a wonderful time as they learned these basics. After they had sung and giggled through the alpha numbers they were then asked to practicing writing them as well. Pah felt his hand beginning to cramp after who knows how long of writing. He looked up at his grandmother and said. “Can we be done”
She smiled and spoke. “Yes.”
Pah smiled and repeated the word and then grinned so proud of himself. He was learning a new language and one day soon could jabber with the rest. He stood up and walked over to his Grandmother and climbed into her lab and rested his little head against her shoulder. She put a hand on his head and held him close, at the same time his sister Inume sat next to there grandmother and rested her head against the Hytori woman’s side, even as she slipped an arm around her.
“Grandfather.” Inume said. “Were you really there with the Cult was destroyed?”
There was quiet as their grandparents were silent. Pah could feel his grandmother tense as they looked over at his grandfather. He also seemed to tense for a moment and then he relaxed just a bit. He nodded his head and looked at his grandchildren and spoke in a voice his own children wouldn’t have recognized. “Yes I was.”
“What was it like?” Pah asked, and again there was a pause.
“It was hard.” He said and looked at them both. “I will tell you all of it when your older, but I was young when everything really came to a head. I had just bonded my sword.” The two watched as he summoned the blade so that they could see it. “One day both of you will bond a weapon and join the knights.” He came closer so they could look at it from a safe distance. Pah looked at his grandfather holding it and felt that it was right, this blade was an extension of his grandfather and he dreamed of the day he would hold one to.
As they looked he continued to speak. “My father and grandfather were also knights, my father was the one who tested me.” His voice was almost distant as he spoke, drawing up memories that his children couldn’t have gotten him to touch. “I still remember standing in this room after the bonding. My father holding me close as we were both exhausted and sweaty from the experiences. But the pride in his eyes made it all worth it.”
Both children watched him with awe as he spoke. “My father and Grandfather where powerful knights who had fought evil for a long time. I matched with them to the final battle.” He looked at the two children. “You two would be proud of them, they weren’t slain in battle by anyone enemy. They both fought until they were overcome by the wounds caused by many of the enemy.” Pah was grinning from ear to ear at the image of glorious battle. “Now that is enough of that. We have more games to play.” And began tickling his grandchildren effectively diverting the subject.
It was much later when Pah was laying on the couch, stuffed, and being sung to that he heard more. His eyes were closed, but his hearing was still working as his Grandmother finished the song she was singing. She put a hand on his forehead smoothing his hair when she spoke but not to him. “That is the first time I have heard you talk about it.”
“I know.”
“Why now.”
“I honestly don’t know.” Came his deep voice. “I always wanted to protect our children from the terrors that I saw.”
“But not our Grandchildren.” His Grandmother’s voice was more curious then condemning.
“No I want to protect them as well, but with them I can see the good that happened.” He said and paused. “I also want them to know their forefathers. I suspect that they will need the strength that they held, and maybe the good memories will give them that strength.”
Then there was silence as Pah entered the world of bright knights and faceless villains'.
OOC: In memory of a Loving Grandpa, who despite his own War experience was always there for us.
