Iaria's History- Small River Leaves, Koada'Dal historically preserved document [Archive]

coroloro

04-24-2005, 05:55 PM

<div></div><div></div>Small River Leaves This document is translated from an ancient form of Koada’Dal script into common tongue, using little if any of the original language. Document date as yet unconfirmed, and is in the process of being matched with suspected similar documents from the same area and time period for storage in Erudian archives. My goal is to begin a study on the childhood to adolescent psychology of the Koada’Dal female from earlier history that the Eurdite scholars have collected and the Koada’Dal have not already hoarded to themselves. Notes of explanation for translation choices as well as topics of further study will appear periodically throughout this piece. LeavesFlowing freely by my fingers, loose in the stream.Pearls of water rest upon their skin.Still living yet dying.Dying yet free.To beLeaves I must practice the art of word shaping if I am to best please my tutor. If the tutor is not pleased, he shall tell Mommy (translators note- this Elven form of casual address is most often used by children to refer to mothers, thus my choice of word usage in this and also with Daddy. Normally older Koada’Dal children do not use such terms except in private). If Mommy finds out, she will be displeased as a tree branch thrashing in the storm. I do not want this. This is my first day being old. I used to only write when Tutor made me, but now I decided to write what I think here. Other Koada’Dal say five years old is like being a baby still, like with humans, but I will show them wrong. I am a grown girl. I can write well, and now I can think free- like the leaf is free. Like I am not. I am sitting by the small river (note- no suitable common translation applicable. A small stream-like conduit for water that is hand-built from stone. It is a mixture of both natural rocks pieced together and an artists’ skilled carving of stone that is often used as scenery and decoration for outside a home. A way to remain in touch with nature, while still being ‘protected’ from its rougher side). I like the small river, because I can make my mind flow free near it. I cannot go outside our home without Mommy or Daddy, but my mind can follow the small river out and away. Far away, where the forests and faeries are. I… (scratches and ink splots mar the page, and the writing continues a little farther down) Daddy found me sitting on the ground by the small river. Now I am inside. Daddy carried me in, he was very upset. Daddy does not like it when I sit on the dirt and make my dress dirty. I think it is also because, like Mommy says, it is not what a Lady (note- A term used for female Koada’Dal nobility regardless of age) should do. My wrists hurt. I do not like it when Daddy carries me, because my wrists hurt afterwards. His eyes are more mean than his wrists. Worse than Daddy and my wrists is when Mommy comes. Her mouth says things, and I would rather have my wrists hurt more than hear them. There are word-shapes used to talk about how that feels. I am big, but not that big. I want to be free. I do not like Koada’Dal houses like the forests I see far away. Feir’Dal girls must stay outside and run like free wind. They must serve when we ask, but they can run too. I got mad at Mommy when she just got mad at me, and told her I would rather be Feir’Dal. Mommy got very mad, and she tore at my clothes. She said that if I was Feir’Dal, I would look like that. I would clean the floors, and I would live in trees, and I would not have a Mommy and Daddy who loved me and protected me. She (the writing here becomes slightly blurred, as though it had been wet at some point) says she and Daddy would make me go far away. She made me very sad. I cried a lot, and made her promise not to ever do that to me. She became nice again, and held me like a tree holds a nest (note- This phrase comes from a one word term, noted as odd because unlike the other very child-like writing—for a Koada’Dal, at least—this term is mainly used by Elven philosophers and poets of this time period. Worth pursuing further study on). She told me I was safe, that I was Koada’Dal. She said something I had not heard before, like she says when she is speaking words others have said. “A Koada’Dal is a Koada’Dal, a Troll is a Troll, and a Feir’Dal is a Feir’Dal and servant. We must accept the role Tunare, the Mother of All, has given us lest we never find comfort in our paths.” Mommy, like Spring, can be cold and hard and then become soft and warm. I like warm Mommy, I do not like cold. I want to be a Lady. But I still watch the Feir’Dal play. I still wish I was a leaf. -Iaria Arelle of House… (note- the house name of this, and similar papers, seems to have been forcibly removed to prevent identification of the house. A unique occurrence that warrants further study)((From Antonia Bayle Server))<div></div>Message Edited by coroloro on 04-24-2005 06:56 AM