Asko Shíne Pishlop Pas Shikyapríl...(Bad News From Your Shikyapríl)
I am writing a fan-fic of my own! And I am using Va Ehenív: The Language of The Gerudo!
I am also using another, LOZ fan-made language: Sheikian (a dear, old akodorf of mine who created it gave me the green light to use it...like me he is always delighted when people ask to use it! I have the unofficial textbook for it!
MagmarFire is really a good bloke! ^_^
And if you love Gerudo Language overload...this fan-fic is going to be an all-you-can-eat buffet of it!
It is an anthropological piece. My protagonist will be like an LOZ Universe version of Margaret Mead. It will be unlike other fan-fics in this series in that Link, Zelda, Ganondorf etc won’t be in it.
And there is no king...it’s just a very pregnant Commander-queen.
Queen Zelda is mentioned, but only as a sponsor for Ínéma Nashéra’s (a pseudonym just like her guide Kia has) research living among the Gerudo. She becomes an ésha.
Queen Zelda wants to finally form an official alliance with the tribe and Ínéma’s research is vital to achieving this goal!
I wont publish it on fan-fiction.net...I’m going to publish it, here:
The Hyrulian Loftwing Forums
As well as the official Facebook group (some of the movoke aren’t rather keen on joining forums that are almost 10 years old and are basically empty save for like 5 friends of mine).
Va Gérudo Nélivi (The Gerudo Language)
Oh yeah...and I’m going to give you a spoiler....*evil laugh*
I crossed the simple suspension bridge between Hyrule Field and Gerudo Valley. The canyon, below was quite deep. Below it was the Zora River that stretched all the way from the Zora’s Domain in the far North-east region of Hyrule, flowing west, underneath Hyrule Town, and finally emptied out into Lake Hylia in the South-west.
Two, purple-clad guards greeted me at the other side. They held long, wooden spears with long, curved, scimitar-like blades attached at the tip. The blades reflected the mid-afternoon sunlight. They gave me a hostile look as they, quickly put their spears near my torso.
‘Halt!’ one said in Hylian with a thick, Gerudo accent.
‘Da Yanæ!’ Hello! I had said to her. ‘Ho sa kiabrat, hawe, ésténasu, e’ata’ I’m waiting for my guide to arrive. I continued.
I knew before I came to Hyrule that no one spoke my native language. I was fluent in Ehenív, so it was not a big deal that they could not speak my language. Why should they? It is a language most modern Hyrulians didn’t even know existed.
Queen Zelda could, but she had to be able to converse in all, languages around Hyrule and the annexed lands around it.
Ehenív or Desert Language was what they called it. Colloquially, it’s called Gérudonív. Gerudo Language. A name that was adopted post-Hyrulian Annexation.
The rest of the lot around Hyrule were fluent in Hylian and only spoke their native languages for the sake of ancestor worshipping.
‘Gdo’e, way bi?’ Do you have papers? She continued.
‘Shali’ I went into my messenger bag and took out a few sheets of paper. I handed them to the bridge guard.
The bridge guard looked them over. They were written in Hylian, so she had very little trouble understanding it. Most Gerudo are fluent in Hylian.
‘We can speak Hylian, girl.’ she said to me in Hylian with an annoyed tone.
‘I cannot.’ I told her in my halfway decent Hylian. ‘Hairulshék, e’ata müs aks Ehenív, daéksh, gazh, e’ata’ I’m not Hyrulian. And I speak Ehenív, better. I continued.
Queen Zelda and I had to switch between languages so that we could be understood. No one in her court spoke my language, so she could not get an interpreter to cover for her. Perhaps a long time ago, they could.
Despite a thick, purple veil covering most of her face: I could tell from the bridge guard’s gold-coloured eyes and a single, red eyebrow raised over one of them that she thought I was completely mad.
‘Hailinív, Hairulshék, gazh müs…’ She began saying to herself as she leafed through my papers, again. She stopped herself before she could utter the phrase p***kosu kétirla, af bi!? Or, basically, Are you kidding me!? so that she could read over where it said Race.
‘Ay…’ Oh…she said now understanding. ‘És rizho’. I’m sorry. The Gerudo guard continued speaking in her native language to me.
‘Hailinív, gazh müs bi!? És danzha müs…’ You don’t speak Hylian!? I don’t get it. She said, shaking her head figuring out if she should laugh or feel bad for me.
‘Natako’ No harm done I said to her.
‘Lakin, zhino, kiti, bi ésténa’ But, please, you wait here. She said, now with a bit gentler tone. ‘Ho bi, zhavsu, ash opríl?’ Is she coming for you?
‘Sha’ Yes. I answered her question.
‘Ísk Kutatalibash, b’af, pas gdo’e azhna.’ Your papers say you’re an anthropologist. She said, casually, reading through them.
Suddenly, a Gerudo who wore white trousers that were flared at the thighs and caught in at the ankles and a short, white half-waistcoat over her solid, aubergine-coloured mid-drift appeared in the distance.
‘Daya!!’ Heya! She shouted. ‘Welcome to Gerudo Valley!’ She said, fluently in my language. That made the bridge guard raise both of her eyebrows in surprise.
This woman must be my guide. I thought. She approached the end of the bridge. She smiled at me and nodded her head. Her chin-length, red hair swept diagonally as she did.
‘Hello! I’m Kia.’ She continued in my language with a softer, Gerudo accent ‘I will be your guide. Queen Zelda told me to expect you, soon.’
‘Ay, Kia!’ Oh, Kia! Said the guard, ‘Pas shék, ash opríl?’ Is she your charge?
‘Shali, opríl ash’. Certainly, she is. She told the bridge guard.
Ok, so I got that off my chest.
I will continue to make skits, etc...I just now have a reason to write fan-fiction using the language I created in 2004.
