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emjay, 663 words.
No one could really call someone like Hesione Pree 'uncultured' and actually be right.
Sure, she could easily be referred to as uncultured, but she would laugh and point out that no, in fact she was very aware of culture – and she would be right, because she would, in fact, be aware of her own culture. The more apt word for her would be 'archaic,' in the best way a person could really fit such a description.
Because that was what Hesione was, really. That was what her home and family were, and everyone was, except for Brice Camlin. What Brice was was really anything but – and she never understood how, to him, her cluelessness could seem so endearing when he didn't find the rest of Calescotia endearing at all.
It happened quite often, though.
Take, for example, every time Brice took it into his head to do anything even close to sexual. He would say things and do things that she did not even understand the meaning of until he actually did them, and then she would be the combination of pleased, shocked, and lost that she generally always was.
Where did he get these things? Hesione certainly did not know – nor did Andirón or Cyril or even Amberleigh, even though she never brought up the particularly sexual things with her brothers; no, it was the other things they would discuss, other things that they did not understand that he seemed to find amusing.
Like using the phrase "bloody Paris Hilton upside-down on a pogo stick with heels," and talking about 'you tubes' and showing her how to 'facepalm.'
Yet she found his worldliness just about as endearing as he found her naïvete, and Andi found the whole lot of it amusing. This did not stop the two of them from having their own curiosities about these things he found out about using this mysterious 'Internet' that he seemed to have come upon, though.
Perhaps, therefore, it should have been less surprising that they decided to try and find out some things on their own than it was to the particular henchman of Brice's that they came across after using the strange 'lift' contraption that resembled, in all counts, a normal door that did not have a biometric lock that conveniently opened when Andi touched his hand to it (not working as well for Hes' as she had no interest in touching her bare fingertip to anything down there).
"þjónn – wait," the particular henchman said bilingually, and caught both of the Imperials' attention as he spoke to them first in the Old Tongue and then in the colloqual gentry and common English adapted from the shores. "What are you doing?"
"Lærun," replied Andirón.
"You're learning?" he said, sounding puzzled.
"We are," Hesione said confidently. "Now, would you, gætir, er." She waved her hand at the contraption before her, a device with a screen and keys that looked like the Model 12 teletype that was kept in her father's office, the most curious thing that any of them had seen outside of the underground lair.
Shrugging, he turned on the computer, eying them.
They certainly had quite a time of it, figuring out how to start up the strange Internet, and how to work things, and it was a good thing that Andi had played on the Game Boy before and that they were high-bred enough to be literate, or typing and understanding things would have been a whole new issue.
When Brice came home and found the two of them just learning how to navigate Google, hearing them fight over the keys and Hes' yelping "stöova!" as Andi grabbed for it, he could not bring himself to interrupt, just standing there in the doorway silent and watching.
emjay, 663 words. No one could really call someone like Hesione Pree 'uncultured' and actually be right.
Sure, she could easily be referred to as uncultured, but she would laugh and point out that no, in fact she was very aware of culture – and she would be right, because she would, in fact, be aware of her own culture. The more apt word for her would be 'archaic,' in the best way a person could really fit such a description.
Because that was what Hesione was, really. That was what her home and family were, and everyone was, except for Brice Camlin. What Brice was was really anything but – and she never understood how, to him, her cluelessness could seem so endearing when he didn't find the rest of Calescotia endearing at all.
It happened quite often, though.
Take, for example, every time Brice took it into his head to do anything even close to sexual. He would say things and do things that she did not even understand the meaning of until he actually did them, and then she would be the combination of pleased, shocked, and lost that she generally always was.
Where did he get these things? Hesione certainly did not know – nor did Andirón or Cyril or even Amberleigh, even though she never brought up the particularly sexual things with her brothers; no, it was the other things they would discuss, other things that they did not understand that he seemed to find amusing.
Like using the phrase "bloody Paris Hilton upside-down on a pogo stick with heels," and talking about 'you tubes' and showing her how to 'facepalm.'
Yet she found his worldliness just about as endearing as he found her naïvete, and Andi found the whole lot of it amusing. This did not stop the two of them from having their own curiosities about these things he found out about using this mysterious 'Internet' that he seemed to have come upon, though.
Perhaps, therefore, it should have been less surprising that they decided to try and find out some things on their own than it was to the particular henchman of Brice's that they came across after using the strange 'lift' contraption that resembled, in all counts, a normal door that did not have a biometric lock that conveniently opened when Andi touched his hand to it (not working as well for Hes' as she had no interest in touching her bare fingertip to anything down there).
"þjónn – wait," the particular henchman said bilingually, and caught both of the Imperials' attention as he spoke to them first in the Old Tongue and then in the colloqual gentry and common English adapted from the shores. "What are you doing?"
"Lærun," replied Andirón.
"You're learning?" he said, sounding puzzled.
"We are," Hesione said confidently. "Now, would you, gætir, er." She waved her hand at the contraption before her, a device with a screen and keys that looked like the Model 12 teletype that was kept in her father's office, the most curious thing that any of them had seen outside of the underground lair.
Shrugging, he turned on the computer, eying them.
They certainly had quite a time of it, figuring out how to start up the strange Internet, and how to work things, and it was a good thing that Andi had played on the Game Boy before and that they were high-bred enough to be literate, or typing and understanding things would have been a whole new issue.
When Brice came home and found the two of them just learning how to navigate Google, hearing them fight over the keys and Hes' yelping "stöova!" as Andi grabbed for it, he could not bring himself to interrupt, just standing there in the doorway silent and watching.
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