Okay, nothing to rant about. Low on caffeine. Lucky for you hey? Anyways, just kind of typed this up right now, so let me know how it goes.
62. Translations
Ansem the Wise, in his utterly wise mindframe, accepted his apprentices' needs to learn specific talents and develop those. However, in his great intelligence, he knew they all had to learn the basics. It was decisions like that that left Aeleus and Braig being tutored by the youngest of their group on languages. Awful as his pronunciation was, the broad shouldered Aeleus could translate the sentences well enough to answer the slightly older assistant's questions. "It means I love you," he answered a particular question, barely reacting to the darker haired teen slinging an arm around him and chirping out 'Oh, I love you too!'. Instead his eyes were on Ienzo, who merely smiled, nodded, and went right back to his book.
The sixty-second. Thirty-eight to go.
Going to show tomorrow, so no idea if I'll be able to get a fresh drabble up.
-Josiy x