Post by nala on Jan 1, 2012 16:31:17 GMT -5
Avelile & Kasim
Mti. Angani. Nchi. Well really its just dirt mama. The golden yearling trotted in front of his equally beautiful mother as he practiced her language. He was learning quickly, and the dialect suited him.
But it sounds so ugly when you call it dirt, even in my language. Uchafu. She twisted her face when her son looked back to her. Keep going. She had caught up to him for a few brief moments before he ran off in front again.
Ndege. Nyoka. Um... he thought for a while before he lost interest in the language. We haven't seen King Rembrandt in a while.
Just the word king caused Avelile to be on edge. He is not the king, Kasim. The king is not in these parts of the homeland always. You know this.
But Remmy would be such a good king. Kasim looked disappointed.
I know son.
