How is that going, by the way?
I got off work early, so Im doing pretty fantastic, Marcy said, sounding about as happy as Marcy was capable of sounding.You guys can have a seat if you want. Lydia gestured to a childrens sitting area while she placed the books on the shelves.
There was a child-sized chair shaped like a dragon across from a My Little Pony recliner. In between them was a Lego table, where kids could play. Marcy chose the dragon chair, which was much too short for her, and she began shifting around to get comfortable. Harper sat on the floor, crossing her legs underneath.Im sorry I dont have much to tell you, Lydia apologized. This translation is ridiculous.Harper couldnt help the sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach. She didnt realize how much shed been hoping Lydia could really help them until the hope began to fade.
I need to explain why this process is taking so long, Lydia said, and sat down in the My Little Pony chair, which seemed to fit her petite frame almost perfectly. The bright purple flower she wore in her hair was coming loose, and she tucked it back behind her ear.English didnt exist back then, Lydia went on. Even if something translates to an a, its not necessarily the same kind of way we use an a, and the words are in an entirely different language, and once I figure that out, I then need to translate them again into English.
The problem is that I dont think its written in just one language, and it appears to be some kind of slang as well, Lydia elaborated. Unfortunately, back in the day, they werent real constant about language or grammar, so it can get pretty tricky.
I cant say Im not disappointed, but I guess Im not surprised, Harper admitted. What about Achelous and Demeter? Were you able to find out anything on them?But Duva coughed, choking, trying to twist onto her side.
Turn her, Yrene rasped to the princes, who obeyed. Just as Duva heaved, and vomited over the edge of the couch. It splattered Yrenes knees, reeking to deepest hell. But she scanned the mess. Food—mostly food, and speckles of blood.Duva retched again, a deep, choking noise.
Only black smoke broke from her lips. She retched again, and again.Until a tendril dribbled onto the emerald floors.