The Salle, Saturday Evening

[hotceltogoth]

Ronan had gotten his sword out of the weapons locker, and was bouncing around the Salle waving the foam blade around. "Tebbury do gortram!" he called.

Which, in his mind, was totally a spell to turn someone into a toad.

[*pats the wee Ronan* Open like an open thing!]

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[therhimineecat]

Seregil was bored so he headed down to the salle to play with his sword.

"What language is that?" he asked, catching Ronan's words as he came in.

[hotceltogoth]

"It's the Speech!" Ronan said, giggling. "I just turned a Fomor into a toad!"

[therhimineecat]

Seregil looked around. "I don't see any toads."

[hotceltogoth]

"That's 'cause it's divisible!" Ronan explained exuberantly. "Only wizards like me can see Fomor."