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I... suppose people don't always like to remember their own history.

It's rarely overly pleasant.

Indeed. All the more reason it must be faced. Laan ahkrin. To do so requires a courage they do not yet know, perhaps.

[There's a tiny bit of a pause. 'Courage' isn't something that typically comes associated with the job, after all. Requires a moment's processing.]

Perhaps.

D'you think we humans are ever really brave?

Vahzah ahkrin? [He lowers his head in thought.] What would you call truly brave? To face a terrible foe with valour? To do what is right at the cost of all else? Or to question the very foundations of one's self? Pogaan lufttesevur.

[His head ducks for a moment.]

...the second bit, I think. The-- sacrifice of the self for what's ultimately right for the world. Is that-- juvenile?

Faas horvutah naal hahnu. You fear succumbing to naivete, hm? Yet it is a worthy aim. One risks many mistakes in how one pursues it. But the hunt itself is not one.

...you mean that? As-- one who's seen the world?

Zin wah nir pruzaan. [He utters the words in his native tongue, laying them out steadily as if testing them. He finds no untruth there, no taste of weakness.] Yes, Cynric, I mean it well. Though it is a strange question you ask.

Dunna mean to second-guess, sirrah. It's only-- [One hand waves a little uncertainly.] A mortal life's one that's taught to question, I expect.

It is well to question. [There's a hint of amusement, for a moment, in the 'hmh' he gives.] And there is pleasure in challenge. But you are too fearful of your bahlok wah bo... hmm, aspirations.

...too fearful? How-- d'you strike the balance, then?

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By understanding your aim, and the actions you take toward it. Then you can test the worth of both, yes? Ahkrin ni mey. You are not a fool to speak whole-heartedly.

...thank you, thur. It-- is always a comfort to hear your wisdoms.

Paaz rotte. I am glad you find it so. [He sounds pleased - and surprised: both by the compliment and Cynric's vocabulary.] But that is not all you have been learning.

[Good--he's used it right. The duck of his head is brief, nervous.] Not all, no. But-- very slowly.

Enook bo voth tiidi. Each pupil moves with their own pace. Is yours born of caution, or difficulty?

[It's asked with curiosity, a prompt to elaboration.]

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[His hesitation is brief, not at all born out of nerves so much as a desire to not mince words.]

Mostly of... curiosity. A-- desire to be bigger than what I already am.

Hm. Wahl zeim mindoraan. To grow through understanding.

[A valuable connection to make, he thinks. Though it's Cynric himself that the old dragon's seeking to understand at this moment, responding in kind to the directness of his speech.]

You consider yourself very small now. Perhaps you are right. But what do you seek to become?

To-- become a person who's-- genuinely made attempts in my life to better myself. T' become-- more educated and-- not so held in by what 've come to expect of the world. [The furrow of his brow is brief.] 'm also-- learning to read, aye?

That is happy news. [His words hold palpable approval. Yes, this is what delights him, to find that spirit, that desire to grow and grow better lurking in the human soul.] Fundein geinmaar. You have chosen a noble ambition. ...Though if you seek to learn the dovahrotte, you had best have a teacher.

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[The approval is lapped up, soaked in deeply and instantly. That's why many people go into performance, after all--they need the positive attention, the underscoring of approval.]

I should like to find one, but it's hard not to feel myself an inconvenience.

You presume the teacher finds ni kogaan.... no benefit in the teaching. Dur wah kos vohon. There are burdens worse than hearing the tongue of one's own kind, or sharing words with one who may appreciate them.

[There's a tinge of melancholy in those words, despite their wry delivery. He shakes it off himself this time, not lingering on the thought.]

It would please me to teach you, mal gein.

--really?

[Not that he thinks the dragon would lie to him. Or that this would be a productive mistruth. Still, it's... strange, to have someone with such real significance take an interest.]

That-- would be incredibly kind of you. And-- wonderfully useful.

Los ful? Do you intend to speak with many of the dov?

It's... rather less than that and more that I'd like never again t' be caught in the company of one I could not speak to myself.