My language rocks. Observe.
Pay attention. One false move now…Flame breathed relief as she landed a toe on the balcony. A light flashed, but she’d been told to expect that. Flame eased down to stand, and waited.
“Who comes?”
“Vrafha Jamrhee kivoriynle juné.” I bring warning.
“A Vral?” A figure appeared behind flowing curtains, a tall human with a ball of blue fire in her hand. “A harmony-weaver? I come, Honored One! Wrafle Abonné lifwe.”
Flame swallowed at the translation of her Clan name. Damn… A bony woman in flowing white stepped onto the balcony.
“Vreha Jamrhee wrafle Abonné dolm juné,” she said with a bow. You bring me honor. “Hideo kanemitsu,” she said, making a pass above the light. “Can you understand me, Honored One?”
A translating spell, now Flame heard both Syntari and Vralajii. The spell, fortunately, did not carry the woman’s accent, more grating than Kessa’s.
“Vrafhi Jamrhee miñe,” Flame acknowledged. I hear. “You are the mage Nuriel Abonne?” she asked in Vralajii. The woman bowed again.
Seem like a bunch of hopefully-cool-sounding gibberish? Well, yeah. But it will get less so as I use it a bit here and there, (and let both Flame and Ryahled correct Kessa) until I can reveal important info simply by the pronoun Flame chooses. There are other interesting bits embedded, but that is the one I love the best: nearly every sentence includes the relative age and clan of the speakers. Kind of gives you a hint of what’s important to them, doesn’t it?