crystalsandcyanide:
unoraptormon:
She rested one of her fists on her hip, a smirk still on her lips. “Much as I’d love to pry that from you, I’m coming at you with a different set of questions.”
She then held up the notes, written in a language she knew wasn’t one from Earth, but didn’t know where it was from.
“For starters, what is this language?”
His attention settled upon the message atop the stack, scribbled on a yellow sticky note in a bold black rune.
“Out of order,” Dragaunus gave a nod. “Whatever you found that note adhered to is in need of repair.”
Much like everything else aboard the Raptor.
“It is our language. My language. The Saurian language, as it is written. One hundred and forty-four individual letters, combined phonetically, logographically, and typically paired with a determinative to clarify the meaning.”
“A hun’erd and forty-four?” She shook her head. She would worry about the amount later, as would the Nest. “Okay, that’s quite a lot, but with that said-.”
She looked at the rune, committed it to the Nest’s memory; It would be a decent start, right?
Harley looked back up to the Saurian Overlord. “When will the kids and I start learning Saurian?”
He gave her question due consideration for a moment, then set aside the pruning shears grasped between two fingers.
“Whenever it so pleases you.”
The notion pleased him, certainly, for it was but another way to identify her as culturally Saurian, a valid part of his empire if not by blood.
“May I inquire as to what has piqued your interest in literature?”
