Oryani's eyebrows knit together in a tight frown as Kat pointed to herself. She didn't really understand the second word, but she got the 'me'. Or... some word similar to that. 'My'? 'I'? Who knew. In most languages, the words were close. She got the idea, though. The brief pause left to her allowed the Chatakwe to consider why it would be Kat's fault, of all people.
However, the woman continued with a long explanation, using a lot of words she didn't recognize, but again, with some simpler statements, the meaning was understandable. She got them caught by the Drykas. Generally such things didn't happen from the victim's side on purpose, but maybe Kat was the one who had gotten them into that position. It was something to be guilty about... but at least it hadn't turned out terrible. Kat was happy, right? But... apparently Nate... Nate.... Nathan? A shorter form of the name. Apparently he didn't like it with the Drykas. Another thing Oryani had noticed on their first meeting. Suspicious, twitchy, and all-round... angry. He had not been a happy, or sympathetic man. Hating a situation was a sure way to create those emotions.
"Oh" she said quietly, expression relaxing in all but her frown. She wasn't quite sure what to say. Comfort Kat? Say it wasn't her fault? But it quite possibly could have been... so such a statement would be a lie, and pointless. "He has a....a..." She struggled for the word. Pavilion. "Family? No. Drykas..."
"Pavilion," her brother called from above, providing the word in common. For once, the Chatakwe wasn't as annoyed at him for speaking. He could be useful, at times. A quick glance up told her his face was concerned, and the younger boy came to sit down beside his half-sister. He was a little back, as to give the two women room, but still close enough to listen to the conversation better. He rested his elbows on his knees, and his chin on his fists, as he watched Kat carefully.
Despite his obvious concern, Oryani lost her temper. Again. She was in an unstable mood today, and the antics of her brother (despite being, in retrospect, more sensible than hers) irritated her. She felt awkward and annoyed all at once, and wanted to yell at him, maybe for no reason, but she felt like that would hurt Kat, in such an awkward state. Instead she scowled, expression twitching, until she finally deigned to ignore Yetrian.
"He... er... sit with the Drykas good..." she said after much thought. The concept of the words was to imply that he fit in well, but she didn't know the word for 'fit', especially in that context. "He fits in well?" her brother corrected, glancing over at his sister in question... just in case he'd interpreted it incorrectly. Oryani nodded. "You happy, you... fit in good. He happy, he fit in good." She wanted to squirm from the awkwardness of it all, especially the language. She probably sounded like an idiot... how could she console someone in a language she barely knew? Didn't they teach their kids Pavi in that stupid, cramped, city of Syliras?
However, the woman continued with a long explanation, using a lot of words she didn't recognize, but again, with some simpler statements, the meaning was understandable. She got them caught by the Drykas. Generally such things didn't happen from the victim's side on purpose, but maybe Kat was the one who had gotten them into that position. It was something to be guilty about... but at least it hadn't turned out terrible. Kat was happy, right? But... apparently Nate... Nate.... Nathan? A shorter form of the name. Apparently he didn't like it with the Drykas. Another thing Oryani had noticed on their first meeting. Suspicious, twitchy, and all-round... angry. He had not been a happy, or sympathetic man. Hating a situation was a sure way to create those emotions.
"Oh" she said quietly, expression relaxing in all but her frown. She wasn't quite sure what to say. Comfort Kat? Say it wasn't her fault? But it quite possibly could have been... so such a statement would be a lie, and pointless. "He has a....a..." She struggled for the word. Pavilion. "Family? No. Drykas..."
"Pavilion," her brother called from above, providing the word in common. For once, the Chatakwe wasn't as annoyed at him for speaking. He could be useful, at times. A quick glance up told her his face was concerned, and the younger boy came to sit down beside his half-sister. He was a little back, as to give the two women room, but still close enough to listen to the conversation better. He rested his elbows on his knees, and his chin on his fists, as he watched Kat carefully.
Despite his obvious concern, Oryani lost her temper. Again. She was in an unstable mood today, and the antics of her brother (despite being, in retrospect, more sensible than hers) irritated her. She felt awkward and annoyed all at once, and wanted to yell at him, maybe for no reason, but she felt like that would hurt Kat, in such an awkward state. Instead she scowled, expression twitching, until she finally deigned to ignore Yetrian.
"He... er... sit with the Drykas good..." she said after much thought. The concept of the words was to imply that he fit in well, but she didn't know the word for 'fit', especially in that context. "He fits in well?" her brother corrected, glancing over at his sister in question... just in case he'd interpreted it incorrectly. Oryani nodded. "You happy, you... fit in good. He happy, he fit in good." She wanted to squirm from the awkwardness of it all, especially the language. She probably sounded like an idiot... how could she console someone in a language she barely knew? Didn't they teach their kids Pavi in that stupid, cramped, city of Syliras?
- Pavi - Common -
