lavellcn:
Well.. That didn’t help the situation that much, to be perfectly honest. A thing was not exactly the most polite thing to call someone, but she would try not to hold it against him. Judging by his accent, common wasn’t his native tongue by any stretch of the mind. She remembered how hard it was when she was first learning it.
“Ah, I see. Thank you for clearing that up.” she offered a soft smile, in hopes of reassuring him that she wasn’t upset. “You speak common very well.”
She internally cringed. Why did say that? Was that offensive? She surely hoped not..
Far from being offended, Kost practically started glowing at the praise. Even after all those years the Qun’s strive for perfection clung to him and was much harder to shake off than he ever thought it would be. Once, when he and Anaan had been travelling, two merchants had mentioned how the Qunari never seamed to speak, and wondered if the Qun had some kind of mind reading powers. The truth however was far less magical; the Qunari rarely spoke the common tongue because they were ashamed. If one could not do something perfectly, then there was no point in doing it, especially not in front of those who could. To be worse at something than a bas was unimaginable, so the Qunari kept silent in their presence. Shit, Kost had known people who refused to speak more than the odd word of Qunlat because they hadn’t perfected it. Par Vollen was a strange, silent place at times.
“Really? Thank you. It’s a very different language to Qunlat, there’s a lot more...nothings involved. You speak it well also, do you speak Elven too?”
