My England

ᚦᛖ᛫ᛒᛟᛃ᛫ᛁᛋ᛫ᚾᛟᛏ᛫ᚠᚱᛟᛗ᛫ᚦᛖ᛫ᚺᛁᚷᚺᛚᚨᚾᛞᛋ

As Siftrethörn rocked the scrawny red-haired boy in his ice shelter he found himself growing more and more helpless until his face began to burn with the cold from the wet tears falling down from his face.

"...my poor little puppy...just rest here with me!...please don't leave me so soon after blessing my life"

He tried to hold back the breakdown but as he softly stroked the silken fiery locks he found himself leaning in to plant kisses over the child's adorable button-nose as he whispered to the sleeping child all of his love and altruisms until he found himself fearful of falling into a dour neurosis.

"I grow wistful of you my cherished one!"

Then slowly the ginger bairn's thick dark amber lashes flutter open to unveil his big cerulean eyes looking up into Siftrethörn's hazel ones seemingly with wonder and cherubic innocence until his enthusiastic stare was suddenly interrupted by a thundering sneeze making his flaxen-haired guardian chuckle while he wiped his son's nose.

"You're awake my dear! It seems that you've slept almost three days and four nights little puppy sweet love!"

Then to the prince's surprise, the tiny ginger spoke for the first time which made him incredibly elated, to say the least, but also completely off guard for the language that this child spoke was unlike any he had ever heard and it occurred to him that the boy could not understand him.

"Jeo sui nomed Vauquelin!... Vo iés mun novele paire! faier pás abandôn mei"

'M̶y̶ ̶n̶a̶m̶e̶ ̶i̶s̶ ̶V̶a̶u̶q̶u̶e̶l̶i̶n̶!̶ ̶Y̶o̶u̶r̶ ̶a̶r̶e̶ ̶g̶o̶n̶n̶a̶ ̶b̶e̶ ̶m̶y̶ ̶n̶e̶w̶ ̶d̶a̶d̶d̶y̶!̶.̶.̶.̶p̶l̶e̶a̶s̶e̶ ̶d̶o̶n̶'̶t̶ ̶a̶b̶a̶n̶d̶o̶n̶ ̶m̶e̶!̶'

And as the child heard the warriors' words he to became all too aware of it but decided to just ignore it and touch the man's silver hair-jewelry instead as he listened to the blondes foreign-sounding words. 

"Wow! Tré beal argent aen vostre cheveuz!...Jeo affre pás avaunt un heome ové taèl bealté! Haha!"

'V̶e̶r̶y̶ ̶b̶e̶a̶u̶t̶i̶f̶u̶l̶ ̶s̶i̶l̶v̶e̶r̶ ̶i̶n̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶r̶ ̶h̶a̶i̶r̶ .̶.̶I̶ ̶h̶a̶v̶e̶ ̶n̶e̶v̶e̶r̶ ̶b̶e̶f̶o̶r̶e̶ ̶s̶e̶e̶n̶ ̶a̶ ̶m̶a̶n̶ ̶w̶i̶t̶h̶ ̶s̶u̶c̶h̶ ̶p̶r̶e̶t̶t̶i̶n̶e̶s̶s̶!̶ ̶H̶a̶h̶a̶'

Even though all the boy heard was

"Mîn fæle hysebeorðor êow æghwæðer ge yfel canne hnot tôcnâwan hwilc ôðer!"

'O̶h̶!̶ ̶M̶y̶ ̶d̶e̶a̶r̶ ̶p̶o̶o̶r̶ ̶s̶o̶n̶!̶ ̶I̶t̶ ̶a̶p̶p̶e̶a̶r̶s̶ ̶t̶h̶a̶t̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶ ̶a̶n̶d̶ ̶I̶ ̶c̶a̶n̶n̶o̶t̶ ̶u̶n̶d̶e̶r̶s̶t̶a̶n̶d̶ ̶e̶a̶c̶h̶ ̶o̶t̶h̶e̶r̶!̶'

He still smiled at the loving face and could understand that those strange words meant that he was loved and to him, that mattered more than any words ever could.

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Notes!

*The line through the text thing is the translations of what they're saying.

* the highlands would refer to Ireland and Scotland.