Elarith, the Roottongue of Mothalsia

Written by StillnessandSilence

Elarith, the Old Tongue   Elarith, the ancient language of those who wandered the Fey lands during the War of Wildfire and Starlight, is now spoken rarely—reserved mostly for the ancient beasts that still roam the wild, untamed pockets of Selenia, where magic pools in raw, unbridled forms.   Also known as the Roottongue, Elarith is said to carry the primal power of the land itself, echoing the elemental forces that shaped Mothalsia. It is whispered that when fragments of Elarith are spoken aloud, the forces of Starlight and Wildfire still listen—so one must be cautious with their tongue, lest they lose it. The magic of Mothalsia remains wild, unpredictable, and not to be trifled with.   Common idioms rooted in Elarith
  “To hold wildfire in your ribs” — To contain something volatile, whether emotion, magic, or grief.
  “The stars swallowed their voice,” — Said of someone struck silent by awe, terror, or unbearable sorrow.
  “Born under the fourth tear” — Refers to one shaped by hardship or deep fate, tied to Winter’s lament during the creation of the land.
  “Kiss of the shifting trees” — Means one is lost to the forest, and fate may hold your heart.
  “Child of no court” — Said of children not born of one of the seasonal Fey Courts.
  “Your stardust is leaking” — Refers to artists who bleed with purpose on canvas, pouring their soul into their work.
  “There’s no fire in your forge” — Used when an artisan has lost their creative gifts or inspiration.
  “Blast it, Wildfire!” — An exclamation used when all has gone wrong; no other curse fits the moment better.
  “Starlight’s Starfire!” — A phrase meaning the night is cursed or filled with ill omens.
  These phrases are commonly spoken within Mothalsia and often picked up by those who visit its wild lands. The Fey and other ancient beings have a way of saying things that sound strange or cryptic to outsiders. One should always be careful—for the ancient magic listens closely, and words can be carried on any wind, whether meant well or ill, conjuring power beyond understanding

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Jul 15, 2025 23:58 by Dr Emily Vair-Turnbull

What great idioms. I think my favourite has to be 'the stars swallowed their voice '

Emy x
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Jul 17, 2025 21:13 by Sorianna Choate

I like that I want to slip some of these into some prose.