Hi everyone. Hope y'all had a good weekend. After this chapter it will probably be a week before I can do another one. I have a 5 page paper due already and its only the third week of classes :( Also let me know if you want to painfully go through language lessons until they are competent or time skip to where they have a decent grasp of the language.
I want to go home. I will go home. I want to go home. I will go home! I kept chanting to myself under my breath as I lay staring up at the ceiling. If we were back home Leila would say something snarky about my under the breath muttering, but she seems too tired to comment on it.
"Why do you think we are here?" Leila said idly. I turned my head to look at her.
"You mean here as in this room or here as in this place?" I asked.
"You know exactly what I mean. Here in this place of course" Leila rolled her eyes. At least she still had some spark of snark left in her.
"Maybe we are just dreaming or hallucinating" I propped myself up on my elbows.
"You know that's no longer logically possible" Leila said mimicking me and sitting up on her elbow. She winced at the shift on her leg and gave me a sorrowful look.
"Yea well, logically they shouldn't exist either with the perfect features, the monsters, and lets not forgot shadow Red-eye" I returned.
"How did he do that? And with clothes too" Leila asked. I seriously hope she didn't expect me to know the answer to that.
"We should just assume for the time being, that they are capable of anything. Many things that we can't explain have happened here" I shivered frightfully. We both turned hearing the lock jingle and watched the prisoner lady from before enter in carrying food. The smell made my stomach rumble and tremble at the same time. It was so icky before, but I'm still so hungry. I don't even want to know what this food is made out of.
"Here we go" Leila snorted in irritation "More language lessons."
"OH no, not before the food" I swore dismayed. The prisoner lady looked at us in terror at our conversation and frantically shook her head with a finger over her lip after setting the tray down. We are not that terrifying she should react like that. I felt my stomach drop as Tar-Mairon entered again. Leila looked paler then ever and drew herself in.
"Airawende. Haldamire" Tar-Mairon pulled a spool of thread and needle out of his robe and set it down silently on the table. I cocked my head sideways in confusion and when I looked at Leila in bewilderment she had a similar expression of perplexity. The prisoner lady started speaking frantically and rapidly getting Tar-Mairon's attention. One word from him was enough to instantly silence her and she dropped to her knees doing that bow thingy from before. She gestured wildly at us when Tar-Mairon returned his gaze on us. I looked at Leila and she looked equally frightened of their confusing behaviors. When Leila started leaning over her broken leg in an awkward way, I carefully pulled my feet up until I could adequately make that position without feeling intense pain on my feet. He fortunately didn't try to correct us and I guess accepted it.
He said something in his language again that I couldn't understand except the word "no" from last time we had a lesson. I would guess that was yesterday, but I haven't seen the sun. He pointed at the teacher lady and then pinned us both with his stare. He seemed to somehow turn up the terror of it because I felt bad things were sworn into his eyes and it was almost as if the fire reflected in them danced. Or maybe his eyes had their own flames and not just reflected ones. I don't mean actual fire, but they seemed to move like how fire flickers in his eyes. It is really frightening to look in his eyes. Just making eye contact with him makes my want to lower my head and avoid his gaze while trying to be as small and unnoticeable as possible.
"Chloe. Leila" Tar-Mairon said much to my surprise and I stared at him quickly shifting to horror as he picked up the needle and thread. "Chloe. Leila" He said holding them up to the light making his point very clear when then said "Haldamire. Airawende" setting it down. I nodded vigorously feeling tears of terror start to well up in my eyes. Leila looked shaken and was trembling with her head down. The prisoner teacher started speaking frantically again from where she was.
"Airawende. Haldamire" I emphasized in a shaking voice. He looked at us and put a finger to his lips in warning putting the needle and thread back away. He turned without another word and left us with the teacher. When the door shut she looked up in relief at us and stood. She frowned at the bandages on us when she approached and patted each of shoulders consolingly. She began repeating what we had learned previously making us each recite it again and then the real language lesson began.