Honeyed Pasture Chasing the wind

The language spoken was not one that he was at all familiar with speaking, nor had he ever heard it prior to meeting Zoratto. Still, he wasn’t any less inclined to hear of the meanings for certain words, especially since it was something that a friend seemed to be comfortable with. He couldn’t hep but wonder if, whilst telling him about the language, Zoratto felt the same surge of excitement as the foreigner had back when he’d taught Aesop some Greek. Recalling that moment made him extra attentive, not wanting to come off as being disinterested—especially since he felt the exact opposite.

“It is an interesting language,” he commented, making no attempts at repeating anything. He could appreciate the sound of it, but the tones were far too different from both Greek and English for him to feel comfortable making an attempt at speaking the words. “Will you teach me more about your culture and language over time?” the male asked. “If you’d rather not, I understand, but I want to learn more about you and where you come from.” Never would he venture there no matter how much information was acquired, but it was still better, he believed, to have knowledge of other cultures and the like just in case.