"Ilormael," the elf finally grit out, Mac's expression perking instantly. The guardian looked back and forth between 'Ilormael' and Uldren, smiling cheerily as though it were the greatest achievement in the world, Mac leaned in, nudging Uldren gently with his shoulder.
"His name is Ilormael. That's awesome. That sounds so cool. So elf," Mac chirped, the elf looking up at the word that was, curiously enough, the same in many languages. So they knew what he was, but not his language? The elf frowned, wondering if they genuinely just needed to speak and know if they would be understood.
"I'm Dalish. We don't like just being referred to as "elf"," he remarked a little tartly, Mac gazing at him with open appreciation, oblivious, for the moment, to what was being said.
"Wow. Wow. Uldren come on, you have to admit, that's a really pretty language," Mac muttered, nudging Uldren gently again before reaching over and dragging the leaf full of nuts and berries closer, absently holding up a berry to Uldren's lips while still staring at the elf.
"Just a little more. He's very clear and concise in his speech. A few more sentences and I should be able to break the language down."
Mac explained to Uldren what Ghost was telling him, then looked up at the elf, tilting his head and gesturing to the fruit and nuts.
"Are you hungry? If I cut you loose, you can eat, you can stay here until the rain stops or go home. Your choice, Ilormael. I just want to learn more. That's all." Mac explained softly, offering an apologetic look before gesturing out vaguely at the forest beyond, expression changing to mild confusion.
"We're just lost and confused. We don't know where we are or what to do. Can you understand that?" Or course he couldn't but Mac's voice was filled with sincerity and apology.
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"His name is Ilormael. That's awesome. That sounds so cool. So elf," Mac chirped, the elf looking up at the word that was, curiously enough, the same in many languages. So they knew what he was, but not his language? The elf frowned, wondering if they genuinely just needed to speak and know if they would be understood.
"I'm Dalish. We don't like just being referred to as "elf"," he remarked a little tartly, Mac gazing at him with open appreciation, oblivious, for the moment, to what was being said.
"Wow. Wow. Uldren come on, you have to admit, that's a really pretty language," Mac muttered, nudging Uldren gently again before reaching over and dragging the leaf full of nuts and berries closer, absently holding up a berry to Uldren's lips while still staring at the elf.
"Just a little more. He's very clear and concise in his speech. A few more sentences and I should be able to break the language down."
Mac explained to Uldren what Ghost was telling him, then looked up at the elf, tilting his head and gesturing to the fruit and nuts.
"Are you hungry? If I cut you loose, you can eat, you can stay here until the rain stops or go home. Your choice, Ilormael. I just want to learn more. That's all." Mac explained softly, offering an apologetic look before gesturing out vaguely at the forest beyond, expression changing to mild confusion.
"We're just lost and confused. We don't know where we are or what to do. Can you understand that?" Or course he couldn't but Mac's voice was filled with sincerity and apology.