[What had followed was so swift that she was, in all manners of ways, rather unprepared for it. But when she played catch up and found him offering her his back, it made sense. Infernal had a variety of... She might have referred to them as dialects, though she couldn't claim to be a professional in it by any means. She knew what she could only consider the most basic, which was a great deal why she couldn't determine the whole thing. In her opinion, she'd only been able to grasp certain things here and there.
Hesitating for several moments, she decided it was better to be straight forward with him than feed him any kind of false hope.]
It's important that you understand I won't be able to read it all, but I'll share with you what I can.
[Drawing in a breath as she neared him, she reached up and with the pad of her finger, very painstaking and careful, she traced along the markings, as if she might better commit them to memory. To her, it felt so disjointed. Like it didn't make sense. But when she got to the line she remembered, or partial, as it was incomplete from what she could read, she slowed down and deliberately followed the writing, so he would know what part she was reading.]
This part is the one that says non iurare per igneu. That's... Well. 'Per igneu' pertains to fire. Flame. Like saying 'by way of fire.' 'In fire.' 'By fire.' It's contextual. I can't read the whole thing, so I can only put together some pieces here and there. But the way it's written doesn't sound like any kind of poetry I've ever read, so I hesitate to call it a poem.
[Loosing a sigh, she followed along the rest, tilting her head and still using her touch to navigate, careful to pause where she needed to and to think. It was different to do so when she wasn't pulling his skin back together.]
Mmm. This one. This one is a little easier. Eoai mundo muoat. Sort of. It's referencing... maybe death in the world? A world of death? I don't really understand the context of it. I suspect there's a few lines here, and in a certain order they might make more sense, but I'm afraid I don't know enough to put all of that together for you. But it definitely isn't what I would consider a poem. It sounds more like... an invocation? An incantation? Like... like something meant for unsealing something else.
[After a pause, she continued.]
The others, do they have scars like these? If so, I imagine theirs may say something else. You could probably put them all together and understand the full context, but...
[But something told her that would be a terrible idea. If she was right and it was an incantation, it probably wasn't for anything good.]
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Date: 2023-12-14 04:55 pm (UTC)Hesitating for several moments, she decided it was better to be straight forward with him than feed him any kind of false hope.]
It's important that you understand I won't be able to read it all, but I'll share with you what I can.
[Drawing in a breath as she neared him, she reached up and with the pad of her finger, very painstaking and careful, she traced along the markings, as if she might better commit them to memory. To her, it felt so disjointed. Like it didn't make sense. But when she got to the line she remembered, or partial, as it was incomplete from what she could read, she slowed down and deliberately followed the writing, so he would know what part she was reading.]
This part is the one that says non iurare per igneu. That's... Well. 'Per igneu' pertains to fire. Flame. Like saying 'by way of fire.' 'In fire.' 'By fire.' It's contextual. I can't read the whole thing, so I can only put together some pieces here and there. But the way it's written doesn't sound like any kind of poetry I've ever read, so I hesitate to call it a poem.
[Loosing a sigh, she followed along the rest, tilting her head and still using her touch to navigate, careful to pause where she needed to and to think. It was different to do so when she wasn't pulling his skin back together.]
Mmm. This one. This one is a little easier. Eoai mundo muoat. Sort of. It's referencing... maybe death in the world? A world of death? I don't really understand the context of it. I suspect there's a few lines here, and in a certain order they might make more sense, but I'm afraid I don't know enough to put all of that together for you. But it definitely isn't what I would consider a poem. It sounds more like... an invocation? An incantation? Like... like something meant for unsealing something else.
[After a pause, she continued.]
The others, do they have scars like these? If so, I imagine theirs may say something else. You could probably put them all together and understand the full context, but...
[But something told her that would be a terrible idea. If she was right and it was an incantation, it probably wasn't for anything good.]
I feel like we need to stop that from happening.