Charlotte was a little less quiet than her friend as they wandered. She would watch as he bought things and occasionally make suggestions about similar items or even fly down to get a better look at others. But she always flew back up to his shoulder before he moved on.
Rodney just smiled at her constant tittering about, finding it rather adorable. He was mostly just glad she was having fun and getting into the spirit.
Charlotte was certainly having fun, making sure to be friendly and polite with the different vendors as they stopped by their stalls. She smiled back at Rodney when she noticed him looking at her, glad that he seemed to be enjoying himself as well.
Rodney made sure to help her along, translating the few times that the vendors didn't speak their language and telling her about the different foods and items being sold that he figured she may not recognize.
Charlotte was very grateful every time Rodney was able to translate for her and whenever he pointed out new things. Apparently, her hometown was more sheltered than she thought. Though she resolved to learn different languages as they traveled. After all, if he was serious about her traveling on her own at some point then it would be better to understand the people and cultures they would come across.
Rodney could tell that she wanted to learn her own set of languages, chuckling softly to himself. He loved learning languages, it's why he knew so many. He just hoped she'd learn ones different from his. Maybe they'd span all of them together.
Charlotte looked up at his laugh, raising a brow as she felt her face turn pink. She didn't know why but she certainly felt like he laughed at something she'd done. Though she couldn't think of what. “Are you reading me again?” she asked, a little jealous of that ability.
He hummed slightly with a smile. "Maybe a little. I can see how much you want to be able to translate on your own which means learning languages. I don't blame you, I did too. Maybe together we can learn all of them."
“Oh, that would be interesting.” she nodded. “But there are a lot of different languages and I know that some people take quite a while to just learn one.” she pointed out, hoping that she wasn't one of them. Though in her defense she did know a little bit of the Pixie language, spoken and written.
"Of course, of course. Not everyone picks up languages without a bit of magic. There are translation spells and language potions that make life easier for traveling nobility or just travelers themselves. I've made quite a few."
“I’ve seen a lot of people come through with enchanted jewelry for translators.” she nodded. “You know, necklaces or earrings. But I never thought I would need one.”
(hey, just a heads up: I’m going camping this week so I won't have very good connection and won't be able to reply very often. If at all, until Thursday/Friday)
(That's fine! Have fun!)
“I’ve seen a lot of people come through with enchanted jewelry for translators.” she nodded. “You know, necklaces or earrings. But I never thought I would need one.”
"That too, that's also an option. And some people don't need enchantments or potions or anything at all. But those kinds of people are very unique, even I'm not that fast when picking up a language."
Charlotte laughed a little and nodded. “I’d say those people are lucky or naturally gifted if they can pick up languages so fast.”
"I know! I wish I could pick up languages that fast. I'm pretty good but I'm not that good. It's exhausting to learn a new language, especially when you already know multiple."
“How many languages do you know?” she asked, tilting her head curiously.
"Erm, close to ten but I don't totally remember." He shrugged. "Learning languages kept me entertained as a kid."
“That's still impressive.” she smiled. “I only know two or three.”
"Really? Which ones?" He glanced over at her with a slightly surprised expression.
“Well… basic, of course, the one we're speaking now.” she started, shrugging. “The language of Pixies, which honestly sounds more like chirps and clicks to most. And… I know some phrases in Elvish.” she admitted.
"Oh, how interesting. Did you know it's actually impossible to learn to speak Pixie without being one or one of the variations like fairies or Fae yourself? No other races have the vocal structure to make the same sounds. And when intonation is as important as it is there, it's really important to have the vocal structure to speak the language."
“Well, I'm not surprised.” she nodded. “I didn't know the reason but it doesn't surprise me to learn that. I can also read Pixie though writing it is tricky. It's mostly pictographs so… It's time-consuming to write anything.” she added, smiling up at him.
"Yeah, I could never learn to write Pixie. My handwriting is terrible, I couldn't do all that drawing. I can read bits and pieces but not enough to be considered fluent."
“Well, that's ok. I wouldn't say I'm completely fluent in reading Pixie but I have good handwriting in general.” she teased playfully.
Rodney swatted at her gently with a roll of his eyes and a smile. "Don't patronize me. We don't all have an inn to run where we're writing all day."
Charlotte giggled at the gesture, grabbing onto his finger. “Maybe not but it's still a benefit for both of us while we're together.”
"Mm, it might be. I'm certainly grateful that you can, at the very least. Pixies can be such nasty creatures to outsiders."
“So I've heard… but it's good to know that I have a bit of an advantage over other travelers in that regard.” she smiled, fluttering her wings before settling back on his shoulder.
(Heads up, I'm going on vacation so I won't be on for a while)
"Yes yes, just a bit. A very useful bit too. Maybe it'll keep me from being eaten."