Western Romance Languages 소설 & 이야기

"Rashida had mentioned your accent and speaking style, but it's not quite what I expected from her description." "Si," I smiled, trying to match her smooth cadence. "Spanish is my native language, as I was born and raised in Croicia. English is my second language." Murmurs rippled through the crowd. The Baroness' eyebrows arched in pleasant surprise. "A multilingual werewolf? You don't see that everyday. Rashida, you do have an eye for uniqueness." The sound of her laughter was like the tinkling of delicate wind chimes, a reflection of her radiant demeanor.

"Samuel? Who's that?" The ghost bride looked completely confused. "If you say you're my husband, then tell me… Do you even know my name?" I watched as her fingernails slowly grew longer, sharpening into blade-like claws. My heart jumped into my throat, afraid she would swipe at me any second. "Ximena. Your name is Ximena!" The ghost bride slowly retracted her claws, a thoughtful look crossing her face. "Well… it seems we really do know each other."

“Most grandmothers and mothers love that name. If it’s not Maria, it’s Mary. Tell me I’m wrong.” “You’re not! Lots of women back home are named that. Actually, my full name is Maria Mary Preston.” “Wow, Maria Mary! What a name!” “Why is that surprising?” “It’s just very distinct.” “I suppose it is.” “What languages do you speak?” she asked. “Well, as you’ve heard, I speak Hesperian. And Valentian, obviously. Franconian and Candlish because I travel for work. Rivense was easy to pick up. Slavnik, since my family has business connections there. And a bit of Mandarese, though I’m still working on that one.”

he asked, eyes boring a hole on my forehead as if he knew my mind flew out for a moment. Naks, it's like a surprise recitation, it's a good thing I'm a little prepared if not, I won't have the courage to look straight on Teacher Fernando's face. Confidence. I should be more confident but it's just like a research defense. The moment I show uncertainty, I will be more fried. "For the record, there are five common languages ​​being used on the Eastern Continent. There are Hermes, Feysac, Suaron, Dunitch, and Leones,” I answered confidently, even tilting my chin upward.

Vastria needed to know. “That is a summoning spell. I will teach you how to use it once you learn the basics. It is in an old language of the demons. Once you learn the basics, it will come naturally to you. Your mother was already able to read the language when she saw it for the first time. It is quite like the witch ancient script.” Vastria nodded. Remus asked. “Would it be alright if I learned that language as well?” Vastria’s father paused and thought for a moment while Remus added. “I have never seen such script in the magic books before. It has piqued my interest.”

I said surprising him (thank you, you look handsome as well) "You know Spanish?!" Someone from behind screams. I jump and nearly fall but luckily Raphael catch me before I could hit the ground "Careful," he said "Thanks," I replied and when I got up I turned to see my whole family and his looking at us "You didn't answer my question," Chase said "Uhm well, I know a lot of languages," "Really, that's cool what other languages do you know?" El said excitedly "Well I can speak French, Spanish, Italian, German, Arabic, Portuguese, Dutch, Greek, Turkish, Danish, Polish, and Romanian"

The lady asked and then started walking immediately, I followed her. “Valencia… Valencia Torres… I really love…” I said. “Whatever just follow me.” She said rudely cutting me off. “Which of the prestigious werewolf colleges do you attend?” She asked as she walked. “I haven’t been to college yet.” I replied she stopped and then turned to face me. “How many languages do you speak? Italian? French? German? Czech?” She asked again now studying me with keen eyes. “Just English.” I replied I am starting to feel embarrassed although I am not really sure why.

I stop my faintest admiration of her gorgeous face and stalk further into the room. I pause by the shelf where the hierarchy of werewolves books are and I pick the one my father had written about us. Unfortunately, Rain will not understand the wordings because it's written in our ancient language—- Amidelik. “Strange words. I can't understand them.” She says, mindlessly touching the pages of the book.

“Tell me Julius, how did you do with the language?” Hansen settled into the cabinet again. His countenance improved a little. “In the beginning it took me a lot to learn it. This language is not easy, especially with the genres. You have to say the gender of animals and people, for example: perro and perra, gato and gata, profesor and profesora, maestro and maestra, amigo and amiga, and so on. It is difficult indeed, and to write it is worse: the accent can change the meaning of a word, or of an entire sentence, and to top it off, to put a "hairline" on top of the vowel.

I say, looking to my mate who nods and furrows his eyebrows as he gets down to business. The words will come, Juno tells me my mind. I nod in understanding. This was the one part I worried about the most, knowing what to say or how much to say. Juno continually reassured me that I would know exactly what needed to be said each time, because it will be different with each region that we speak to. “Any ideas about the languages we can expect?” Scarlyt asked. Spanish, the old way, German, Italian, Swedish, maybe Portuguese. I would be prepared for French as well,” Gabryl tells her. She nods in understanding and begins to flip through a giant book she brought with her.