Silchian
Silachian is a mixture of elvish and Auvergian.
Auvergnian, interchangeably known as Auvergnat by those who are fluent in it, is a well known Human language. The dialect is famous throughout the various realms of Oren and Aeldin for being crowned as the "Language of Love". Auvergnian is a soft, melodic, and yet arguably very complex dialect.
Typically, humans from Oren that speak Auvergnian descend from ancestors that once lived in lands such as Lotharingia or Savoy, contemporarily of the Campagnois culture. While Auvergnian-speaking Aeldinic humans usually hail from the Kingdom of Banardia.
Auvergnian is the same as real-life French.
Numbers
un, in - one Dé - two trò, trwa - three Kat - four Sink - five Sis - six Sèt - seven Wit - eight Nèf - nine Dis - ten
Common phrases
Bonayla! - Hello
Heyalez afær? - How are things?
heya ça va? - How are you doing?
Çé ayla / Mo byin. - I’m good, thanks.
Wa plitar. - See you later.
Mo Mayli twa. - I love you.
Swènn-tali. - Take care.
Bonayla. - Good Morning
Bonker. - Good night
Common sayings
Une gueule de Vallitier - A mouth like holy water fountain (used to describe an ugly man) Une figure lenpomme cuite - A face like a baked apple (used to describe an attractive woman) Pauvres diables - poor devils (used to mock poor people) Un berrbleur - a hot air shooter Un tonnerre a la voile - an unruly person Frou-frou - giddy Menterlien - a lie/liar valllo toujou couri vallhiuw. - The water always goes to the river Coupé zoré milet fait pas faesu. - Cutting off the mule’s ears doesn’t make it a horse Compé Torti va doucement, mais li rivé coté bite pendant Compé Chivreil apé dormi. - Tortoise goes slowly, but he arrives at the barrel while Roe Deer is sleeping. beloun conné sir qui bois l'apé frotté. - The pig knows well on which wood it will rub. Chirr jappô li pas morde. - The barking dog doesn’t bite. Charre brilé pair di feu. - The burnt cat is afraid of fire. Bouki fait gombo; lapin mangé li. - The goat makes the gumbo; the rabbit eats it. Cila qui rit Un lensuloem va pleuré a liewy’ento: . - Whoever laughs on Friday will cry on Sunday. Craché nen laire, li va tombé enhaut vou nez. - Spit in the air, and it will fall on your nose.
