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[birdmetaphor]

[little ink marks appear at the top of the page, followed by a dictation.]

I'm testing... something.

[a pause... before he starts writing.]

I'm testing

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[slukhtis]

Hey Robin.

Talk at me for a while in that language of yours.

[birdmetaphor]

Huh? [that's... really?] Just anything, or...?

[slukhtis]

Yeah, just anything. I like the sound of it. [ Coming from Robin's mouth. ]

[birdmetaphor]

Haha, zo tefa? My rap'cym ric'l ic'f na craif l'hec.

[slukhtis]

[ He's gonna chuckle a little. He really loves the sound of it. ]

[birdmetaphor]

Zyo pait't'z g'tillap na. E syot'b lit'f ly zyo gy'pauap eg e syot'b.

Illam'l. I have an idea.

[slukhtis]

Oh? What kind of idea?

[birdmetaphor]

You should teach me Greek. El syot'b da j'pail.

[slukhtis]

...Only if you teach me what you're speaking.

[birdmetaphor]

All right! I will. Ah--it's the Gratian God's language. Old Gratian, I guess.

[slukhtis]

[ AWW YEAH. He's so happy. ] Score.

It's got a nice sound.

[birdmetaphor]

It's the sound that shaped the world--or so people say.

Zyo set't t'yua el.

[slukhtis]

It'd be cool if they are right.

[birdmetaphor]

You'll see it. I'll show you.

[slukhtis]

Promise?

[birdmetaphor]

Cross my heart and hope to die.