The Rishnaran: @EstherMayRose And I remember the Protectionists as well. I believe the name was my idea.
The Rishnaran: Well, Digdit and Koroon seem to have quietly slipped back into their proper universe. I think I'll just chat with you for a while before I bring in more dragons.
Jason: "Well I don't want to talk to you. I want Shar- Shiloh. You know what, I'm going to go get her."
Tax, singing : The royal riders do things with each other That are really jolly unpleasant They do them with their friends mothers and even do them with pheasants stops - "Aidan , this not swearing thing's just not working, I feel we should go back to where we were lurking" Aidan sticks his head through door : "I should explain , he's a walking, talking, swearing tree - full scientific name Taxus Baccatus Ambulus... as far as we know hes the only one left which is why he wanted you to be one too juniper. He got cursed to only talk in verse after we managed to upset a faerie.... and he really hates the imperial cavalry. C'mon Tax my friend, let us return to the bar and leave these good folk in peace. "
Vanna: Ooh, was it? It's a good name: sounds reasonable, but scary up close. Oh, and EMR says she hasn't forgotten. Jason, do get Shiloh in. I'd love to meet her. Patsy: My name changed too! We should be friends! Phyllis: Yes, but your name didn't really change, did it? You were only "Pat" before. You're still called "Patricia". Patsy: But no-one calls me "Patricia". Vanna: Hello, kid. You look a bit lost here. Why don't you both head back to your nursie? Ellen: Patsy! Don't run off like that! Phyllis, next time tell me and don't just run off yourself. We don't want to repeat what happened with Pip and Pen at Christmas, now, do we? Patsy: But they're nice people. Ellen: I know, but just come with me now. Terribly sorry. Patsy's quite an adventurous spirit, and Phyllis thinks she's the responsible one. Their mother has been looking for them for a while. Goodbye - oh, and I gather Pip's been in here? Don't mind her - she can just be a little strange sometimes. She doesn't think like you or I.
Nick: Oh. We use that.... kinda. Nick: Of course, that makes sense. June: Are you saying that because you actually know what he's talking about or because your mom will kill you if she finds out you haven't been going to mass? Nick: ... yes.
Jason: "Very well then, I shall! But, well, could you all please keep in mind that she's hurting a lot inside, and try not to take anything she says personally? She doesn't really mean a lot of the things she says, she's just- hurting. And don't say anything about her scars, please. She hates to be reminded about them." Jason: "I know what you mean, there are a lot of ways to refer to a companion. Fredrick- well, Faris now, sometimes talks about his 'brothers-in-arms'. Soldiers, you know."
Jason: "Yes, as a matter of fact it is. I am the only one who got to keep his name, which really was quite nice. Excuse me, I'm going to go get Shiloh now." -Jason leaves and then returns with a slightly older girl with severe burn scarring on one side of her face- Jason: "Everyone, this is Shiloh! Shiloh, this is, well, everyone." Shiloh: "Can't believe I let you drag me here."
The Rishnaran: [sly grin at Jason] Greetings, Lady Shiloh, fair companion Jason the jester's son. [kisses her hand] Long have we awaited an opportunity to make your acquaintance. Thou art far more beautiful in person than Jason's rosy descriptions can do justice.
Vanna: Haha! Hello, Shiloh. It's awfully nice to meet you! Forgive the Rishnaran, he's just doing his best Jason impression. My friends, and people from the other book my author's writing, pop in and out, but I'm the only one who's here all the time. I'm Vanna, and I'm a fifteen-year-old witch-in-training. What do you do?
Shiloh: -pulls her hand away- "And I'll tell you what I tell him, I know I'm ugly, don't bother lying to me about it." -to Vanna- "I'm a seventeen year old fugitive. That answer your question?" Jason: "And a fair impression it was!" -grins- "At least she didn't hit you, probably a little intimidated by all the scales." -Shiloh elbows his gut- "You wound me- cough- fair maiden!" Shiloh: "Shut up."
The Rishnaran: Perhaps you can get Jason to talk normally. If you don't mind my asking, are you both from the same time period?
Shiloh: "I've tried. He didn't listen. And where- when?- else would he be from?" Jason: "You know you like it. Besides, I prefer to speak in a more colorful manner. It's just my way. We are from vastly different parts of the world however. Shiloh's native tongue is vastly different from my own." Shiloh: "Yeah, mine makes sense." Jason: "You're just saying that because you don't know how to speak it."
The Rishnaran: I too speak in a dramatic manner sometimes... though not that dramatic. What is Shiloh's language?
Shiloh: "Well we don't have time travel." Jason: "Shiloh, be nice, Vanna's just making conversation." Jason: "Chiliadian. I believe it is unique to our world? We both also speak Ishlae, the language the invaders speak. Shiloh is better at the latter than I am." Shiloh: "I'm better at it than my own mother tongue." Jason: "Now that we're with Faris, we'll have plenty of time to practice Chiliadian. Why I bet in no time you'll be speaking it like it was the only language to ever cross your lips!"
Jason: ". . . Did I say something bad again? I'm sorry I didn't mean to, just tell me and I won't say it again." Shiloh: "Oh shut up and stop being so dramatic."
Vanna: Don't worry, you didn't say anything. EMR's having mock exams this week, so she hasn't really thought about me at all.
Jason: "Oh, well, that's a relief." Shiloh: "We're getting ghost monsters now?" Jason: "Shiloh! I'm sure she didn't mean it the way it sounded sire, please forgive her." -bows-
The Rishnaran: Yes, please stop calling my dragons monsters. Khriza is no monster in any sense of the word. Khriza: [raises eyebrow] Of... course.
Jason: "Thank you sire, you are most gracious." -nudges Shiloh- Shiloh: -awkward curtsy- "Yeah, what he said." Jason: "We won't refer to any one of you as a monster ever again. Right Shiloh?" Shiloh: "Okay."
Jason: "Ah, well, we can't create things like the Rishnaran can, but we do look similar to one of his forms! Although we only have the one. I'm rather fond of mine." Shiloh: "I dunno, I think you'd make a good 'dragon'." Jason: "And would you be my princess that I carry off to my lair?" Shiloh: "Oh shut up."