Herbs herbs and more herbs -P-

[Cleo]

Loki


Cleo had decided to stick around. After her parents died and she started travelling, she wasn't really looking for a new home or anything, and even when Cleo found the farm it still just didn't click. That is, until she looked a little further, and found the meadow. It had a large abundance of herbs; the perfect living place for a healer like herself. She had the farm to hunt mice in, and the grazing fields to socialize with the sheep. Despite this, Cleo absolutely loved meeting new people. It helped her learn English much faster, and besides, she liked company that could actually hold a conversation. 

Whilst sniffing around at a few marigold flowers, Cleo caught a slight scent of cat on the breeze. It seemed that the areas around the farm drew many cats in, so she supposed if she were to stay around here she would have to get used to strangers coming around nearly every other day. "Bonjou- Hello." Cleo quickly fixed her mistake, scolding herself silently. She really had to work on that.

[Loki]

THEY CALL ME god of MISCHIEf, AND YOU SHOULD BE AFRAID

(( AHHH FRENCH! I have a char, Adderkit, who speaks it ;3 ))

Loki wandered through the many brightly coloured flowers, casting them slightly ugly glances. They were too bright, but they were beautiful, so he somewhat enjoyed them, if not thoroughly. He'd only been to the meadow few times, and every time he'd been, he'd met a new cat. This time was no different as he spotted a grey cat sniffing marigolds.

He sat down and watched her, taking the conclusion she either likes flowers, or uses them for medicine. Either one could work, or they could both apply. Anywho, he didn't feel like calling out, so he waited calmly for her to start the undoubtful conversation.

(( agh so short ))

[Cleo]

Cleo was rather confused when the dark, brooding looking tom simply sat down, not uttering a word. Perhaps he didn't speak English? "Do you understand me?" She questioned, then repeated it in French and Spanish. She didn't know much about Spanish, although while she was travelling somebody had asked her that exact thing.

She took a moment to oberserve him, all while preserving a friendly smile. He was rather tall, and she had quickly noticed his long, graceful physique. Cleo stood up, moving closer so that they could talk better. She sat down a fox-length away from him, head tilted curiously.

[Loki]

THEY CALL ME god of MISCHIEf, AND YOU SHOULD BE AFRAID

Loki took another moment to observe the cat, before she said something that brought a sort of sly smile to his face. He had been mostly a "scholar" on his world, and had loved studying the many languages of this earth, and so he understood all three versions of what she said, all meaning the same thing. "I take it you don't think I'm from around here?" He asked, an eyebrow slightly cocked. "Do du understand mik?" Once again, the mischievous smile returned to his face as he spoke in a long dead language of the people who once believed he and his brother were gods.

[Cleo]

Cleo couldn't help but feel disappointed when he spoke in perfect English, although he had an accent that resembled another stranger she had met recently. "You never know." She shrugged, keeping the smile on her face.

Cleo's head tilted slightly when he spoke, confused. She knew what he had said, it was obvious, but she knew not of his language. "What is it that you're speaking?" She questioned softly.

[Loki]

THEY CALL ME god of MISCHIEf, AND YOU SHOULD BE AFRAID

"The language I learned as a kit is no longer spoken, I have been told. They called it Old Norse. I do believe it was died, and no one speaks it anymore. I do not think that even my sister knows it. I learned it simply because it interested me long ago, and I have never forgotten how to speak it, though few know I can. In fact, your the first who's heard me say anything for quite a long time." Loki offered a sort of gentle smile, though 'gentle smile' was something that wasn't exactly a thing Loki could offer.

[Cleo]

"It sounds very beautiful." Cleo complimented. She lived any language that wasn't known to her. Even hearing cats speak English was beautiful. "I don't know many languages, and I'm still learning fluent English." Her words were choppy and slow with her last sentence, as she had just recently learned a few of the words she spoke.

[Loki]

THEY CALL ME god of MISCHIEf, AND YOU SHOULD BE AFRAID

Loki had never met anyone before that shared an interest in languages, and he felt like being oddly kind to this cat. Normally, he was dark and mysterious, but when one shared an uncommon interest... it had never happened to him before. When he was an adolescent, he used to read what his kingdom used to call books, almost constantly. His brother's friends would pick on him for being so out-of-the-ordinary, so he had to develop a way of fighting without using his claws, because back then, he could never win a combat battle against them. He learned to use his keen words to tear them apart, and let him be.

The dark tom slowly sat down. "I could teach you of what I know, but some say I have a slightly strange way of talking. They called it Old English? Like the way they called it Old Norse..." he suddenly added something he wouldn't say to a normal cat. "Now I feel old."

(( ohmygosh this is the first time Loki has actually truly been NICE to someone! Its because nerds xD ))

[Cleo]

-sdrekifjr this side of Loki is so cute xD-

Cleo beamed at him, scooting closer in excitement. "Yes please!" She nearly squealed, her eyes lighting up. She absolutely adored learning new languages, especially ones that not many new. Sure, they weren't exactly useful, but they were interesting nonetheless.

At the mention of feeling old, Cleo purred lightheartedly. "You definitely look it." She teased, making it obvious that she was kidding. He looked fairly young to her-certainly older than she was though.

[Loki]

THEY CALL ME god of MISCHIEf, AND YOU SHOULD BE AFRAID

At the other cat's excitement, Loki suddenly wondered if she'd rather learn Old Norse or Old English, so he just decided to go with Old Norse, mostly because he felt it was a little more exciting. "Well, if you'd like to ever greet someone, you can say 'Grüße' or 'Vær hilset.' Both mean the same."

She then referred to the way he looked, and the fact he totally defied nature. "You'd never believe my real age..." he said slowly, with a slightly sly smile and a faint twinkle in his eye.

(( dude... translating to a dead language is like beyond the hardest thing ever xD ))

[Cleo]

"Grüße" Cleo repeated slowly, the words coming off surprisingly well on her tongue. She had a knack for picking up on other languages, so when she said it, it was as good as someone who had taken years to attempt to perfect it. She took a moment to repeat it again, slower, before doing the same thing with 'Vær hilset'.

"Try me." Cleo challenged as he stated that she wouldn't believe his real age. Cleo had met many who looked like ancients, who then turned out to be only a few moons older than herself.

(I can only imagine. I don't actually know, like, any French, and I already know that google translate is often wrong xD)

[Loki]

THEY CALL ME god of MISCHIEf, AND YOU SHOULD BE AFRAID

Loki was a but surprised by her perfection. "That was brilliant," he stated.

Then she asked him to tell her his real age. His mischievous smile returned, there was no sense in lying. "12,649 moons, or 1,045 years, whichever you prefer to go by."

[Cleo]

"Thank you." Cleo's heart warmed at the praise. It was more than usual, perhaps because of the danger she could sense inside of the tom. He certainly had some skeletons in his closet, yet he was being kind, and even complimented her. Cleo flicked her ears, shooing the thought away. It was rude of her, to judge a book by its cover.

Her eyes visibly widened, and jaw went slack. Cleo wasn't gullible or naive; she knew how the world worked and understood its occupants. Yet, she trusted herself more than she trusted the world, and she could simply feel that he wasn't lying. "You're not from here then, no?" She grinned, finding him exciting.

[Loki]

THEY CALL ME god of MISCHIEf, AND YOU SHOULD BE AFRAID

Loki raised his chin just a bit, and his eyes scanned hers. "No, I am not.
My old home was long ago, however. I once returned, only to loose a brother. That place is already in flames, anyway. There's no point in trying to save it." His look turned cold, and his muscles tensed but a bit.

[Cleo]

Cleo frowned, sadness showing in her eyes. So much in fact, that it seemed she too lost him. "I'm sorry." She stated softly, her ears flicking back. "This place you speak of burned?" She took the 'in flames' literally, as she didn't much have the hang of expressions.