Partner

Yesterday I decided to write down all the information I had on the Sidhe language. Well I went looking for the people language ... ancient... language? I've written bits down as they've come up and... I lost it all. So yesterday was spent tearing apart my room and searching through any information I have as to the language of the people and writing down what I could remember. As well as copying down what I could find in the story of the Sidhe language.

Nothing says oh happy day like finding out that I've missplaced information for a world. It was not a pretty sight.

Anywho. This has quite a bit of information, but incase anyone was wondering, like Koln and Mari obviously were, why the Sidhe haven't attacked the people yet in this 'war,' here are a few possibilities.

No. In the story...

I keep trying to make up a Sequel chapter. Except I like starting them with a news story. A kind of, outside the military view of the Sidhe happenings.

Read, Review and Enjoy.





After the communication class, the Sidhe were taken off for a lunch while the partners had another class. The Sidhe left, the teacher watched them leave and then folded her arms and surveyed the room.

“Hello class, my name is Elsa, you have just witnessed my attempted to be accepted by the Sidhe. Obviously there are flaws in the information given, or a misinterpretation, yet still I have done better in half an hour than most of you have done in eight months. Now. Let’s hear your thoughts on the Sidhe. How do they act?”

“Like animals,” someone said.

“Uncivilized.”

“Like a sentient race not of our own culture,” Koln finally offered up, obviously unhappy with what others were saying.

“Their society is not like our own, very good, Koln. They are intelligent, they are capable of acting like us but chose not to, just as they chose, at times, to mangle our language despite the fact that they demand that we speak theirs properly.”

Mik raised his hand just slightly and said, “Not so much of a demand, considering the fact that when I speak Sidhe, I sound like Essuan does when she speaks our language…” apparently.

“Mik, you obviously have no trouble communicating with your Sidhe, so why don’t you keep your mouth shut and allow others to share their ideas?” two fingers brought down atop her thumb, motioning to the closing of a mouth.

Mik clenched his jaw and looked at Koln. The other man looked startled but gave Mik a return look that clearly told him to keep his ass in the seat. So Mik sunk lower into his seat and glared at Elsa.

“Sour looks will not get you your way,” a finger shake at him.

Was she trying to get a rise out of him? Mik tried to recall how Hohi looked when he was upset with Mik for kicking the male out at a certain time. Certain. Whatever. He didn’t want to think about Hohi anyways.

Mik rubbed a finger up and down his temple and tried to focus on the class.

“He has a point,” Taln murmured, “I’ve been taking lessons in Sidhe. I mispronounced shirt once, lahhhuu or some such and I apparently said it wrong. And… mispronouncing shirt is … means you say…” the young man’s face went bright red, “you know…” a hand motion towards his crotch.

He found himself biting his lip to keep from mentioning the fact that that was the first word Paw had tried to teach him. As if the Sidhe were teaching the people shirt on purpose. To show them how difficult the language would be for a people to understand and interpret? Or a nasty little prank?

“Probably nothing more than a prank, or a happenstance in the language. How many other words could they possibly have that relate so closely to sexual items?” Elsa murmured soothingly to Taln.

The others nodded.

Mik waited until Elsa turned to the other side of the room before he bent close to Taln and whispered, “same shit for like. All the words. Nearly everything Paw’s taught me has some kind of sexual, opposite word… thing.”

“I thought it was just Lillow and Hohi being like that with me… because… you know… I’m frigid and all.”

“Would you two like to share with the rest of the class?” Elsa snapped at the two of them, turning to them and placing her hands on her hips.

“Considering the fact that he’s not allowed to talk and you like. Dismissed me,” Taln was using his hands to speak, a motion towards Mik, towards Else and then a grazing of a few fingers over his own chest, “no, we don’t want to share our insight into the Sidhe language and don’t give me that look, it won’t do you any good.”

It was the most outspoken that Taln had been in months. When Elsa opened her mouth to say something else, Koln interrupted her.

“That’s. Exactly how they’ll act. A good majority of them. Dismiss them and five minutes later they turn around and do something similar to that. You ask them what they want for dinner and they give you this look like you’re made of stupid and then say something like ‘why do you care what I want?’ except not in so many words.”

“Bull tweedle fucking mountain horse above dick housing whores and crack factories,” Mik muttered to himself, imitating Essuan’s tone.

The partners got a good chuckle out of that. Elsa looked about the room, seemingly deciding to ignore both Taln and Mik, “well then. Why don’t we end it there for the day? Hmm?”

“Thank the gods.” Mik muttered.

Taln snorted as the others stood, “problem here is that everyone’s viewing the Sidhe as a lump sum, the Sidhe. With a capital ‘T.’ Even though they all have obvious and distinct personalities. They aren’t a sum of a group or… a group with one mind, of one mind, working towards only one goal. That would be like saying all Valeasans are cheap, money pinching bastards who declare war on anything that moves. They aren’t all like that. We’re…we’re…”

“Stereotyping,” Mik finished for Taln, “but that’s what we do, as a people, lump things together into the sum of something that we can understand. Sidhe seem to do the opposite. Pick everything apart, bit by bit and study it all and then mash it all back together to see how it will work after they take it apart.”

“Lucky for us, they haven’t decided to figure out how we work,” Taln muttered, standing from his seat.

Mari snuck up behind Taln, listening intently.

Mik made a sound at the back of his throat and stood from his seat, “I doubt they have that kind of an interest in the biological workings of a thing. We, as a people, expressed a biological interest, an interest in controlling our surroundings. The Sidhe slide into a new environment and work their way through it, making everything except the environment work for them.”

“They can easily adapt, it’s an obviously necessary trait, especially for them to have lived this long, side by side with our society. I wouldn’t be surprised if there were Sidhe living in the city, able to handle the stress of the people. Or. Something of that sort.”

“If they can easily adapt, then they would have taken over the lands already, the world would belong to them, not to us. They are the stronger species. They have the longer life span, health, power, capability, intelligence. Everything we can do, they can do better. So why wouldn’t they take over the world?”

“Because… ruling the world is too much work?” Taln muttered, “you’ve seen the way they act towards us, towards our history, they don’t like that we’ve come so far yet haven’t. As far as they’re concerned, we’re still prey, except now we’re stupid prey with big weapons. They have no appreciation for technology, they appreciate the natural world and abhor anyone who says or does otherwise.”

“A naturally inclined optimist?”

“And pacifistic. Like you said, they’re stronger and smarter than us. Their powers alone give them the upper hand. So if they can use it. Why not use it?”

“Because,” Mari interrupted, stepping into Taln’s view as the young man went a bright red and then paled considerably, “as Illuva was told by Rahl-ta when she first claimed to be unable to stop her powers. The greatest power of all, is having never to use your power. The Sidhe have relied heavily on the people to remember the outcome of past conflicts. They encouraged myths and stories about the disaster brought down upon people for daring to attack a Sidhe.”

“I think,” Koln muttered, deciding to join the conversation as there was no one else in the room for him to speak with, “that the Sidhe don’t want to waste their precious powers on confounding the people.”

“Why is that, Koln?” Mik muttered, knowing when the man was leaving the conversation dangling in hopes of someone asking just the right question.

“You slaughter my family, my friends, rape the land, mock my gods and kill my food? I’m not going to use powers on you so that you die peacefully in your sleep. I want to see the look on your face as I drape your own intestines around your neck and strangle you with them.”

Mari and Taln both made a face. Mik made a sound in agreement.

“But as Taln pointed out, not all Sidhe think and act alike. Souse and Essuan may want to drape intestines over people. But Hohi’s only concern is protecting what is his. Destroy or be destroyed. Quick deaths, kill more people that people can kill Sidhe.”

“Quantity instead of quality,” Mari murmured, “And what of Paw? Or Lillow? The stronger in power? Or even Violet?”

Mik thought for a moment, “While Violet seems violent, I doubt that she would turn that violence against us at any time in any form. She contrasts Souse’s temper. When he’s quick to become violent, she is calm.”

“When she’s violent, he’s calm, at least I’m not the only one who noticed that,” Koln muttered.

“Lillow can tell the future. Useful in battle, but she can’t see in that way. There’s been no mention of mustard gas again, no nuclear weapons. Paw has stopped watching the news since she came in. She can see the futures, but she can only feel the non-violent ones. She would work best obtaining peace than she would in waging war,” Taln managed to get out, staring at his feet the entire while.

“And Paw?” Mari asked, looking at Mik.

“Paw is of two minds. One says…” Mik sighed, “that the people are right in destroying the Sidhe. That if the Sidhe won’t rise up against the people, if they are content to sit back and allow their own people to be slaughtered at the hands of the weaker race, then the Sidhe deserve to die. Or. At least, it seems that way. The other is… he’s upset about it but can’t bring himself to do anything about it. Like…”

“Whisper is holding the Sidhe back?” Koln suggested, “is that possible?”

“If Whisper’s word is law and Whisper tells the Sidhe not to attack a people, then the Sidhe refuse to attack,” Mari responded to Koln, “This two minds. Let us go about to the Sidhe and see if we can ask quiet questions about this war with the people. See what they have to say about it.”

“And if they are all of split mind?” Mik asked.

“It could be that Whisper did something to stop the Sidhe from taking their own action. That when his heir steps up, the heir will give the order. With Whisper’s power and health failing. Well. The Sidhe can be just as corrupt as the people can, some few, anyhow,” Koln muttered, “how long until one steps up and claims that Whisper appeared in a divine dream and stated that all people should die, until there are none left on this world?”

“On that note,” Mik muttered as Paw crept into the room, “I’m goanna go and do something with a stick.”


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