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[EP] My hovercraft is full of eels - OTA
Jun. 1st, 2018 11:34 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
st_igmatizedSunny like any albino did not have perfect eyes. Better than most, good enough that she could get by without any aid most of the time, but when she did something that involved a good deal of eye strain like extended reading or computer use, she wore glasses.
It was her time on shift in the library, and as usual—as all places in the inn—it was fairly quiet. Meaning Sunny was getting some work done, studying Hebrew and thinking where to go next with Kitty and Igbo. She spoke to herself in each of these languages in turn, translating words and phrases from one language into the other to help her cement, inspire, create, and flex her mental muscles.
“Hovercraft m juputara azu arira. Haraḥefet sheli mele'a betzlofaḥim.” She grinned at her computer. “My hovercraft is full of eels.”
She felt and heard more than saw someone approach the desk, looking up and lowering her glasses to see who it was. She expected it was probably someone wanting to check out or return a book.
“Wetin?” she asked, leaning hard into her most Nigerian accent. What is it? It was a word she sometimes whipped out when she was on duty and never translated. Everybody usually picked up the gist of it from the context.
It was her time on shift in the library, and as usual—as all places in the inn—it was fairly quiet. Meaning Sunny was getting some work done, studying Hebrew and thinking where to go next with Kitty and Igbo. She spoke to herself in each of these languages in turn, translating words and phrases from one language into the other to help her cement, inspire, create, and flex her mental muscles.
“Hovercraft m juputara azu arira. Haraḥefet sheli mele'a betzlofaḥim.” She grinned at her computer. “My hovercraft is full of eels.”
She felt and heard more than saw someone approach the desk, looking up and lowering her glasses to see who it was. She expected it was probably someone wanting to check out or return a book.
“Wetin?” she asked, leaning hard into her most Nigerian accent. What is it? It was a word she sometimes whipped out when she was on duty and never translated. Everybody usually picked up the gist of it from the context.
