Language Barriers

So, lately I’ve been thinking about language. Specifically about how it feels when you can’t remember one you knew . You see, I speak English in this life. But that wasn’t always the case. I’m a reincarnation based kin, and in my other lives, it wasn’t always the case.

Specifically, this has come up with a possible lifetime that I’ve been dealing with the past few weeks. But also with my life as Naga.

When I was Naga the Serpent, lifetimes ago, I spoke a language very different from English. Two actually. I spoke the ‘common’ language. More or less the widespread language used by traders and townspeople to keep trade functional, and I spoke the regional language of Seyruun. Now I don’t remember a lick of it anymore . Nary a word. But I can still feel it at the tip of my tongue . The shape and feeling of the words, the way the language felt, smooth yet slightly harsh. But I can’t recall it. It teases at the edge of my mind, always out of reach.

It’s frustrating. Part of me feels like I got dumber, even if that’s not the case. But still. It’s out of reach. My memories feel translated, while the actual language and writing system refuse to come back to me.

It’s just interesting, and it feels strange. And I wanted to share my feelings on the subject once again.