02-12-2022, 03:20 AM
Monsieur. It had been a long time since Malachi had heard that one.
"Père," came his gentle correction. "Père Brennan."
They were French, then; he adjusted as quickly as he could to the realization, feeling suddenly grateful for his father's insistence regarding the learning of other languages. He was not fluent, but he could easily hold a conversation when need be.
Malachi folded his hands, allowing them to rest behind his back in a comfortable hold. After they spoke, he waited a moment, going over the words in his head to make sure he had understood them.
"Advice," repeated Malachi. While his tone sounded unsure, his French was at least correct, if slightly basic. He nodded to the nearest pew.
"Would you like to sit, and tell me what you want advice for?"
"Père," came his gentle correction. "Père Brennan."
They were French, then; he adjusted as quickly as he could to the realization, feeling suddenly grateful for his father's insistence regarding the learning of other languages. He was not fluent, but he could easily hold a conversation when need be.
Malachi folded his hands, allowing them to rest behind his back in a comfortable hold. After they spoke, he waited a moment, going over the words in his head to make sure he had understood them.
"Advice," repeated Malachi. While his tone sounded unsure, his French was at least correct, if slightly basic. He nodded to the nearest pew.
"Would you like to sit, and tell me what you want advice for?"
