"Oh relax," he chided playfully. "I'm sure you'll do fine. Don't be sorry. That just gives me an easier place to start." Geo smiled reassuringly at the kelvic. He had ignored when she bit her lip, hoping it wasn't too bad but not wanting to scare her by getting too personal. For some reason he kept thinking of her in his mind as some sort of wild animal that seemed peaceable and willing to socialize with him, but might bolt off at any sudden sounds or rash movements. Geo ritually cleared his mind, taking a deep breath and exhaling slowly, imagining all his doubts about his ability to teach (not to mention Naira's ability to learn) flowing out through his open mouth. The coalesced on the table and muddied the desk, but he brushed them away with a flick of his will and they angrily shook their fists at him as they shambled down the hall, out the door and into the cold autumn. He wrote on the board the five vowels of the Vani language. The flowing letters were designed to almost melt into one another. Starting at the left, he circled the letter and looked at Naira. "Each sound you speak can be represented by a letter. This is 'a' in its base form." He said, pronouncing it 'aye.' "Tell me, where would you use this letter?" He was formulating in his mind a method of teaching which involved an almost endless stream of feedback from Naira. What better way for her to learn a written language than for her to examine the verbal one? |