Chapter 79. Old Languages
Rifiuto: Non Miniera
A/N: Do you think we'll find her? Is the first translation.
A/N: Fae, we'll find her when we find her. is the second translation.
A/N: Kumbrica herself didn't act this restless when she was creating the Vinkus. Is Fiyero's translation. It's French, which is the Kumbrican tongue.
A/N: I know, I know. Is Elphaba's response, in both French and Russian, the Kumbrican and Lurlinian languages. French is first and Russian is second (Russian is going to be spelled as best I can, most of it is in different symbols.)
"Yero?"
"Hmm?"
The two sat on the bed, Elphaba laying with her head in her husband's lap. Fiyero held her hand, gently running his thumb over her fingers and palm, in a calming sensation. Glinda had pulled Makinla onto her bed, and the two had snuggled down. Liir held Candle close, and Nessa, Boq, and Anakin were seated together, talking softly.
"Dai tu aspettarsi noi sempre trovare la?" Yero sighed, and squeezed her hand.
"Fae, noi sempre trovare la quando noi trovare la. Kumbrica se ne faire pas se comporter ceci surexcite au moment ou femelle ete creer le Vinkus."
"Je etre au courant. R 3HaTb." She replied, in the Kumbrican and Lurlinian languages.
"Elphie? I didn't know you spoke Lurlinian or Kumbrican." Glinda said, as Makinla stretched and set down her book. Elphaba sat up and looked at her.
"Some of the tribes use only the old languages, so we have to know them to negotiate with them. I learned them not long after I married Yero. He's learned them since he was a child." She pulled her knees to her chest, and wrapped her arms around them.
"I love the old languages, they're so romantic. Especially the Lurlinian." Makinla said.
"The Vinkun tongue is more romantic than the Lurlinian language. Just the way they talk is romantic. And especially to hear it from Uncle Yero and Aunt Fabla's lips." Anakin replied, turning another page in her book before raising her head and blinking.
Glinda watched Elphaba lean toward Fiyero and whisper something in his ear. He nodded, and got up, pulling her off the bed and with him.
"We're gonna go on a coffee run. Anyone want anything?" The others shook their heads, and the two left, their voices muffled by the closing door.
"I feel so bad for Elphie. She went through this herself at nineteen, and then they lose Fae." Glinda said.
"Yes, but it's Fabla, she'll find Fae. She won't give up. It's not in Elphaba's nature." Nessa replied.