"How did you, I mean... I (unknown) for sure you (unknown) (unknown, maybe part of the first word?) be able to read." Twilight was rambling energetically as they went, seeming excited and confused in equal measure. "But, here you are. You must have so many questions."
He did, but he was operating with a dulled and cracked blade in this battle. It was not one he was ready for, yet, there he was. "I not read yet. Can read my speak." He felt like a buffoon, speaking like a child in the new language. It was an accomplishment, he knew. Picking up a language was never a small feat. That fact did little to make him feel eloquent as he strung together basic nouns and verbs like a damned cave man.
"Read your... oh! You have a (unknown) (unknown) of your own! I'd (unknown) to see it! Can you (unknown) me?" She was facing him, a quill hovering beside her, and a paper not far from it. Where both had come from, he couldn't say, just blame it on the powerful horse's innate magic.
He put the pieces together. Why would he be offered a paper after, clumsily, speaking of languages? Right, she wanted to see his language. There was little harm in that. He took the paper from the air and it ceased glowing softly with her magic. When he took the quill, she released that as well. At least she gave him room to hold and use it properly.
"(unknown)... It is nice to meet you." she prompted, rolling a hoof excitedly and not sounding like she was greeting him at all.
Was she a bored noble eager to be amused, or a scholar of strange things, maybe even languages? In either event, he wrote. He had worked with a quill before. For documents with that special touch, knowing how to use a proper quill was just mandatory for proper nobles. A little calligraphy was called for when making decrees that commanded respect. So he made his English greeting for her, embellished with stylish markers and dignified in all the ways his speech currently was not.
Twilight's ears perked up as she looked over the result. "Your (unknown) is pretty." She gave a firm nod as the paper began to glow, lifted up and pulled closer. "(unknown) I keep this?" When he didn't refuse her, the paper vanished, puff, simply banished from the world to wherever she wanted it, he assumed. "Thank you."
Her power, divine or profane, was terrifying. Of course, that made it all the more important that he not flinch. "Is what you want?"
She started. "I have (unknown) many questions!" She looked to a door and it opened, glowing with her power. "This way." She led him into the room where the ruins of his ship resided. One great portion was still there in a vague shape of what his vessel once was. Most of it was in small organized piles. "We (unknown) all we (unknown). Can you (unknown) me what this is?" She pointed at a piece.
He knew what it was. It was a motherboard, a circuit from the deep innards of his ship. Could he say what that specific circuit did? No. He was a warrior and a noble, not a technician. Moreover, he hadn't yet learned the word for 'circuit', if they even had circuits to begin with. He stared at it, struggling to find even a single word to start with. "Make work." Smooth. He colored with shame.
"(unknown), yes... Can you be more (unknown)?" She looked at him with hope shining in her eyes.
His right fist balled tightly. "Learning speak."
"Yes yes, right..." She trailed off, looking disappointed. "I (unknown), I (unknown) (unknown) you." Her pout turned into an unsure smile. "You're (unknown) very (unknown)."
"He can't (unknown) you." The reptile had arrived. "Poor (unknown) (unknown) learning. Talk simple." He looked bored, as if he was saying what he thought was obvious.
Twilight snorted at him. "Spike, I'm (unknown) to be a (unknown) (unknown)."
"Good, (unknown) with (unknown) you talk." He crossed his arms and gave her a stern look.
Who was the master, and who was the pet? Laud suddenly wasn't entirely sure.
"Fine fine." She rolled her eyes and turned back to me. "I talk small word."
On one level, by God above, being spoken to like that by a noble, of any species, made him want to scream in fury... On the other, he really did kind of need small words. Dignity. He had to hold onto dignity. "Thank you. I learn more word, speak better."
Spike's expression brightened. "See? Stop (unknown) to (unknown) him. (unknown)."
"Patience." Spike turned to Laud. "It's alright. Learning a language isn't easy. Hey, are you hungry?"
Laud accepted the offer, which Spike assumed was partially to get away from Twilight's technical queries. "Well, as a courteous host, I will now get Laud something to eat."
Twilight could see what was happening and frowned. "Have fun," she said with mildly grit teeth, but she didn't stop the two males from making good their escape.
Spike led the way with a smile. "Maud is teaching you, right?"
"Yes," he replied, keeping pace with him easily. Spike's smaller footing may even have been slow for him, though Spike couldn't be sure.
"She is good pony." Spike couldn't help but giggle ever so faintly. Speaking like that was funny. "A little..." Uh oh, what was a simple word for stoic. "Not... smile or frown?" He made each expression as he said the word, then adopted a mask of neutrality. "This."
"What word for that?"
Oh thank Celestia. "Stoic." He pointed at his neutral face. "Stoic. That is good word for Maud. Good pony."
Laud didn't seem to argue either sentiment.
When they arrived in the kitchen, Spike got to putting together a sandwich when he paused. "What do you eat?"
Laud lifted his shoulders, then frowned. "Not learn words." He came closer and began to look around. He started picking out foods. Eggs, sugar, flour. He didn't pick a single gemstone. Good, Spike wouldn't have competition there. He also didn't select a single flower of any variety.
He found the lone fish in the ice box and put it beside the eggs. Cheese and milk were apparently also on his edible list. "What word?" He pointed to the eggs.
And an impromptu language lesson began as Spike called out the name of each thing as he pointed to it, going over kitchen vocabulary. Laud came back to some things more than once. Spike didn't find that too odd and played along. "Now, we eat." He put the extra things away and made some cheese omelettes.
Just to test, he put a few of those flowers that weren't picked beside the eggs, where they could be decorative, or edible, to see if Laud tried any.
Laud sat at the table where the food was placed. "Thank you."
Spike hopped up across from him at the small dining-room table and nodded. "You're welcome. Time to eat!" Laud looked confused. "Eat," repeated Spike, leaving off the other words.
"I learn more words," spoke Laud, though it sounded more like a swear, an oath. He seemed so very determined to get past it. He was also hungry, the way he eyed the food, but he didn't attack right away. He said a few words in an alien tongue, hands clasped and head lowered. Only after that strange ritual did he begin to eat. "Eggs good," he said in compliment. "You good..."
"Cook," provided Spike with a smile. He noticed Laud did not touch the flowers. Oh well. He made a mental note to scratch that off the human diet. "Thanks." He reached over and grabbed a shaker. Laud looked at him curiously. Curiosity turned to shock when Spike shook it and dusted his food with some ruby dust and granules, still shining and sparkling.
"You eat rock?" His voice sounded incredulous, to say nothing of his expression.
"It's a dragon thing." Spike saw Laud looked confused. He hiked a thumb at himself. "Dragon. Rawr." Spike wriggled his claws a moment before returning to eating.
Laud let it drop and focused on his own, soon finished, meal.
Spike hopped free of his chair and got to cleaning up the plates.
"Thank you."
Laud sure seemed to say that a lot. Spike nodded. "No problem." He took the plates over to the sink. "So... What do... not with Maud?"
Laud seemed to consider that. "See pony." And off he went, walking determinedly.
Spike had to admit, the guy sure did seem to have that, determination that was. He wondered what pony it was that Laud wanted to see. Twilight? That seemed unlikely. It was just then that he started to get worried. What if some pony that didn't understand the situation started hassling Laud and being a jerk?
He left the dishes behind and went dashing after the human. He would play foalsitter. Celestia knew he'd done it enough with Twilight at times.
Laud strode with large even steps out of the castle. Twilight was his host, but also overwhelming to be around. He had to focus on destroying that weakness. "When they understand, I can move forward," he spoke in English. "They have so much to learn." Sure, they may also want to teach him a thing or two, but he wasn't going to start using heathenous magic.
Besides, the gate far above the world was, in theory, being fitted for eventual travel. The world of horses had to be prepared to be a part of the universal community, or be crushed by houses far less inclined to civility than House Hawkwood. Maybe they could become vassals of his house? That would be nice. He would gladly oversee them and look after their needs. "It is a noble's duty," he proclaimed to no one as he hiked towards town.
Poor Laud he is in for a big surprise. They would be great allies for his house not vassals. Plus Twilight is just to smart for her own good, she needs to let Spike, Maud, Pinkie, and probably a few others help him out before she tries to work on the in depth conversation she wants.
Ugh, he's already thinking of enslaving the ponies under the guise of vassals.
8197016 not so much. He had shown to be a firm believer of Noblesse Oblige, it seems. To him it wouldn't be slavery, it would be the proper way to treat aliens. Kind, even. He fears for what other noble houses would do to the ponies.
I haven't read the source material, as far as we have been shown, it's nothing like Kansas, that's for sure.
Poor Laud. Twilight, currently is just barely within his capability of understanding.
Then theres Luna,
Celestia,
Discord,
And Pinkie.
Never mind the everyday inhabitants, Zecoras non magic, even more mythological Gryphons and Minotaurs, Phoenix and Adult Dragons, and the Diamond Dogs that can go through armour plating like its dinner. Changelings and Yaks and farm animals oh my.
And we havent even seen the Movie crew yet.
blame on - blame it on
Toby! This is a job for Toby! Unfortunately he lives in another universe.
8197225 Would you want to learn a language from Toby, as adorable as he may be?
knew
8197903 Fix'd!
I bet Laud would get it if Spike breathed some fire. He'd probably understand "dragon" really fast.
Twilight really is not good at this.
8198686 He knew the word for dragon.
Maybe his dragons didn't eat diamonds.
Wait wait wait. So it's not just him? The entire human race is medieval sci-fi?
Poor Twilight. A perfect primary source right there, but the language barrier barely has a few holes in it. No wonder she's so impatient. Still, both the ship and Laud aren't going anywhere. Give it time, Purplesmart.
As for Laud himself, I look forward to seeing him realize that the horse people are far from the only ones with something to learn.
8198727 Welcome to Fading Suns.
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Do you mean he knows the Equestrian word for dragons and links them to dragons he knows, or he knows the Equestrian word or hasn't made the link yet?
8198848 He knows Spike is a 'dragon', obviously a really small, polite, and likely young one.
That dragons eat gemstones is news. It is a relatively small surprise compared to the other wonders the world has, true, but a surprise still.
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Oh, okay. I figured it'd be a bit bigger of a deal to be like "that's a... dragon? Oh."
8198872 Unless he isn't really buying Spike is a dragon of stories. I mean... look at him.
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Well, that fuels more into what is suspect he believes: they say the word dragon in Equestrian but he hasn't made the connection they mean a huge fire breathing long lived hoarding dragon, and instead see "some smallIsh but unfamilar reptilian race named <Equestrian word for dragon>."
8198947 I'm sure it came up that he was a baby dragon, and there are larger and more fierce versions, but...
'Heathenous magic'? That's kind of an arrogant thing to say. I find it always ridiculous from both sides of the coin. Beings who insult magic as something lesser than technology and reverse. Instead of simply accepting both, but nooooo, bitching about one of the two is always the better way.
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The people that laud came from, do not particularly understand either one. The church of his people encourages people to not rely on either.
Did you mean "food"?
Yes. Right you are. That's what's gonna happen.
I feel like Laud might be in for learning a thing or two about Equestria's supposed defenselessness. The ponies are hardly naive -- they've been perfectly capable of fighting off some truly nasty threats in the past.
Pretty much the only way they'll survive. I've played enough Stellaris to know what happens to primative space-fairing races when not under the protection of a benevolent overlord. No matter how powerful their magic, you just cannot compete with the economy of a galactic superpower. No matter what Star Wars wants you to think.
weird inconsistency with the meal, unless they left him to his own devices day in and out...
"What happened to his feet?"
His what?
"His feet, Spike, why are they missing?"
Oh, well uh, I kind of uh, I kind of cooked 'em up. And ate 'em.
"...Spiiiiiiiike!"
His FOOT? Why his foot? Dumb dragon!
...Probably meant to be 'food', but the 't' makes it sound extremely, amusingly odd.
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... His worldview snapping like a brittle twig when he sees what Celestia can do is going to be amazing.
I'm unfamiliar with the lore the series this story is based on; for example, I have no idea why Laud seems to disliking the use of magic or psionics
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It's pretty normal for folks from Fading Suns land to distrust magic and psionics and foul withcraft!
Also, yes, I spent many of the early chapters highlighting just how alien everything was to our, well, alien.