【战锤40k同人作品翻译】Ennui 第十章:慰籍 Comfort(9)
“Cre’yth,” I corrected her, “and it is not an insult, Mon-Keigh is an insult, Cre’yth simply means…” I frowned, searching for the word in her tongue, but my mind failed me. I was not as well-versed in their language as I would have liked, and some terms eluded me at times. “It is small and white, called Ythala when it falls in the cold seasons of certain planets.”
“Snow?”
I snapped my fingers and nodded.
“Snow, yes,” I reached out and gathered a few strands of her pale hair, “Ythala is falling snow, or snowfall, and Cre’yth is ‘little snow’, the small bits that make up the snowfall.”
“You mean snowflakes?” Alessandra laughed a little weakly. “You’ve been calling me ‘snowflake’?”
“I could call you Cresistauead, if you would prefer,” I replied flatly, and she gave me a look of confusion. “It means ‘small stupid child’ and it is what most of my kind call yours other than Mon-Keigh.”
“Are all Eldar so derogatory?” Alessandra’s reply was acidic, and it drew another smile from me.
“Yes, mostly,” I agreed, and the anger fled from her face, replaced with more confusion at my response. “Derogatory, condescending, and self-absorbed,” I laughed as I kicked away from her and ducked beneath the water, then emerged a moment later dripping wet, with my hair plastered across my body. “We are a race of hedonistic hypocrites, forever looking down on the trodden-upon denizens of the galaxy we ruined with our vain, pointless meanderings.”
“Snow?”
I snapped my fingers and nodded.
“Snow, yes,” I reached out and gathered a few strands of her pale hair, “Ythala is falling snow, or snowfall, and Cre’yth is ‘little snow’, the small bits that make up the snowfall.”
“You mean snowflakes?” Alessandra laughed a little weakly. “You’ve been calling me ‘snowflake’?”
“I could call you Cresistauead, if you would prefer,” I replied flatly, and she gave me a look of confusion. “It means ‘small stupid child’ and it is what most of my kind call yours other than Mon-Keigh.”
“Are all Eldar so derogatory?” Alessandra’s reply was acidic, and it drew another smile from me.
“Yes, mostly,” I agreed, and the anger fled from her face, replaced with more confusion at my response. “Derogatory, condescending, and self-absorbed,” I laughed as I kicked away from her and ducked beneath the water, then emerged a moment later dripping wet, with my hair plastered across my body. “We are a race of hedonistic hypocrites, forever looking down on the trodden-upon denizens of the galaxy we ruined with our vain, pointless meanderings.”