Plenty of other passers-by were marveling at the stadiums, so Neria’s reaction didn’t go amiss in the least. Children especially seemed entranced, climbing up railings as if the few feet would give them a better look at the works of floating power.
“It is… very expense. Expensive.” The woman’s companion said, her accent heavier, but still understandable. She paused between words, conscious of her intonation and word choice. Clearly it was not her first language. They must be practicing.
A third companion, this one a young man in a dark blue velvet coat lined with silver scrollwork, scoffed and said something in the rolling, melodious language Neria had heard most used in the streets. The first woman gave him a sharp look, while the second giggled.
“Do not be foolish.” She lifted her chin. “This is our… opportunity to show Faro and Vesk the wealth and power of Arnes. The Prince is a diplomatic man-“
The other girl said something aside to the young man, and they both giggled to themselves, while the woman flushed darkly, crossing her arms over her chest and staring haughtily at them. They only giggled harder.
“Viris. At least I do not-“ and here, snappish, she moved smoothly into their native tongue to reprimand her friends, but one word stood out in stark relief.
no subject
“It is… very expense. Expensive.” The woman’s companion said, her accent heavier, but still understandable. She paused between words, conscious of her intonation and word choice. Clearly it was not her first language. They must be practicing.
A third companion, this one a young man in a dark blue velvet coat lined with silver scrollwork, scoffed and said something in the rolling, melodious language Neria had heard most used in the streets. The first woman gave him a sharp look, while the second giggled.
“Do not be foolish.” She lifted her chin. “This is our… opportunity to show Faro and Vesk the wealth and power of Arnes. The Prince is a diplomatic man-“
The other girl said something aside to the young man, and they both giggled to themselves, while the woman flushed darkly, crossing her arms over her chest and staring haughtily at them. They only giggled harder.
“Viris. At least I do not-“ and here, snappish, she moved smoothly into their native tongue to reprimand her friends, but one word stood out in stark relief.
Antari.