Kasrjin pursed his lips, considering the words available at his command to describe it. Was she asking for a description of the geography? His people who lived there? Was she asking about Kaarad-El or the region that surrounded it? Oddly, the Xaela felt that it was inappropriate to ask Edda to be more specific in her questioning. Tsanai had described that sensation as "manners"--verbal courtesies wherein one's conversation partner is indirectly praised or somehow accommodated through the omission or addition of certain phrases and changes in one's tone and inflection. Edda, too, had mentioned the word "manners" as something that was necessary when adhering to the western continent's social conventions.
He found the idea to be terribly impractical.
Nonetheless, if he was to adjust to a degree adequate enough to carry out the interactions that would bear him the needed information, it would do to have some practise, starting with not requesting that Edda be more direct in her questioning. A roulette spun in Kasrjin's mind, and arbitrarily he decided to describe the geography of the area.
"It is a...cold place. Filled with many mountains, atop a glacier." It was truly a titanic effort calling forth the words that would adequately describe it. Kasrjin found that the western continent's language had far too many variables; the possibilities with which one could say a phrase had so many permutations and alterations that could be applied that it was nearly impossible for him to consistently decide what words to use. "There is tundra, with hills and plains of snow. The sun's appearances are short." A crease of his brow. "The northwest sea is cold, with floating ice. It can be very cold." The Xaela tried to think of as many scenes as possible that he could see. "There are southern forests with tall green trees. And dry steppes."
Kasrjin exhaled, his ordeal done with. The language was surely something one got used to with practice, but elaborate eloquence was not a concept very much appreciated or utilized by the Khadai, though he frowned again. According to the principles of an equal transaction, he had more questions to answer, which would surely be a challenge.
He found the idea to be terribly impractical.
Nonetheless, if he was to adjust to a degree adequate enough to carry out the interactions that would bear him the needed information, it would do to have some practise, starting with not requesting that Edda be more direct in her questioning. A roulette spun in Kasrjin's mind, and arbitrarily he decided to describe the geography of the area.
"It is a...cold place. Filled with many mountains, atop a glacier." It was truly a titanic effort calling forth the words that would adequately describe it. Kasrjin found that the western continent's language had far too many variables; the possibilities with which one could say a phrase had so many permutations and alterations that could be applied that it was nearly impossible for him to consistently decide what words to use. "There is tundra, with hills and plains of snow. The sun's appearances are short." A crease of his brow. "The northwest sea is cold, with floating ice. It can be very cold." The Xaela tried to think of as many scenes as possible that he could see. "There are southern forests with tall green trees. And dry steppes."
Kasrjin exhaled, his ordeal done with. The language was surely something one got used to with practice, but elaborate eloquence was not a concept very much appreciated or utilized by the Khadai, though he frowned again. According to the principles of an equal transaction, he had more questions to answer, which would surely be a challenge.
