“Land ho!” I flinched, completely missing ánadaí with my spear as I heard the faint yell from Aenrick, echoed by many of the crew. I looked around to the group, seeing many of them frozen.
“Looks like that’s it Agies. Training is over.” Zanataz sighed, rubbing his hands together.
“We’ll clean up here. You kids should get up on deck.” ánadaí said, picking up a javelin. There was a moment of silence, then Keokin took a heavy breath.
“Come on, let’s gather our things. We’ve prepared for this.” He said, waving for us to follow him into the room. Some lagged behind but we all followed.
I retrieved my knife and hatchet from the targets, and headed into the room, rolling up my bedroll with the blanket, strapping it on the top of my pack, placing any hygiene items that I’d used that morning, as well as my freshly washed spare clothes inside. I put my knife and hatchet in their place, then looked around my area, mentally double checking to make sure I wasn’t forgetting anything.
Satisfied, I slung my pack over my head, letting it rest over my right shoulder. I helped the rest of the group gather their things and led them up the stairs in the marching order we had decided would be our default. Me and Keokin up front. Sable behind Keokin, or in front of me, depending on if she was scouting. Céírde and Flint behind Sable, followed by Jael, Lánn and William. Leola and Klintock were in the back, but the order might change if someone was injured, and Leola needed to be near them.
When we got above deck, everything seemed completely normal, nothing out of the ordinary, just dark blue water everywhere. Edorin was near the bow of the ship, and when we got closer, he pointed straight ahead. We all squinted. He held out a metal device, looking like several cylindrical shafts, each slightly smaller than the last.
“Look through the small end and scan the horizon in front of us.” Keokin was first.
“Whoa!” He exclaimed as he looked through it. “I can see so far away. Oh. I see it, it’s so small though.” He lowered the device, peering out with his naked eye, then raising it again. “Wow it’s really far away.”
“Let us see!” Sable demanded. Keokin handed the device to me. I mimicked what Keokin had done, lining the device up and then peering into it. There was a small glass part at the end and once I looked through it, I could suddenly see much further away than I normally could. The middle was clear, but the edges were somewhat blurry. I scanned the waterline slowly until a small blip of black appeared. I focused on it and could see what appeared to be a mountain. So that’s it. That’s the Island. I handed the device to Sable who repeated what we had done.
“What is that thing? It’s not like our spyglasses.” I asked Edorin.
“It’s a Visus (V-ih-sus).” He responded.
“Isn’t that a Spyglass?” Céírde asked.
“Technically, but this one is different, it allows ten times sight instead of eight times, and it’s from a different country than those Spyglass comes from.” Edorin clarified.
“Ten times is impressive.” Céírde admitted.
“So how far away is that?” Sable asked, pointing to the Island as Flint peered into the Visus.
“Roughly seventy nautical miles.”
“Don’t you mean miles?” Sable asked.
“Nautical miles are what we use at sea, hence the name. One nautical mile is a little over a mile. So, the Island’s roughly eighty miles away now. If this wind keeps up, we’ll reach it just as Kolob’s setting.”
“What should we do till then?” Jael asked as she peered into the Visus. Edorin shrugged.
“It’s up to you, really. If you want to go around saying your goodbyes, that’s an option, or you can say goodbye when everyone is up here to see you off. You could train, eat, or just relax.” Jael handed the Visus to Lánn, nodding to acknowledge Edorin’s answer.
“I think I’d like to play some games, cards or training games if anybody’s up to it.” Keokin said.
“That.” Lánn started, looking into the Visus. “Sounds… lovely. Ooh I see it! Yeah, it does seem small, doesn’t it?” She said, giggling. Keokin clapped his hands together and rubbed them in excitement.
“Alright then. Croí, I’ll stay with the group, you and Sable go down and get things ready. Maybe get some food for prizes and stuff like that.” We nodded and headed below deck. We grabbed a few delicious snacks that we knew the group would enjoy with Cairen’s permission and set them aside. As we worked on the targets I glanced over at Sable.
“So. How are you doing? Did you ever go see Lanaea? Talk to her about things?” She glanced at me, then back at the room.
“Actually… yes. It was very enlightening. We also talked about you.” She said, smiling but not looking at me.
“Oh yeah?” I said, feeling somewhat nervous. “What about?”
“You sure you wanna know?” She asked, grinning.
“On second thought, I think I know a trap when I see one.” I said. She laughed. “I was thinking though, would you be able to talk to your parents maybe? Get them to understand your point of view?” I asked. She shook her head.
“They’ve never listened before, why would they now?”
“Because they’re your parents. They must love you right? Even if they believe that, they’d have to at least have second thoughts about it for you, right?”
“I guess I didn’t grow up with parents like yours. Mine have always put their worship first. They take it very seriously. They love me, they do, but they want to make sure they do right by Lochloin so their souls will end up in his care.”
“Could you move? Live with Flint and Klintock? Do you think they would care?”
“Maybe. I mean… if I make it home. Maybe I’ll talk to them and see what happens. If they get mad and try something strange, I’ll try Klintock and Flint’s house, or maybe yours.”
“Ok. I mean, it sucks but I guess it’s unavoidable.”
“I’ve been wanting to get away from them for a long time. It’s why I was so excited about the Trials.” She shook her head as she chuckled slightly. “How sick is that? That I’d get excited by the idea of being away from them, even if it means I’m on my way to an unforgiving Island in the middle of the ocean. Not to mention the contradiction of loving them yet fearing them.”
“There’s definitely something wrong with you.” I jested. She glared at me and slugged my arm as I laughed. “But seriously. I’m sorry that it’s like that. I really do think you would fit well with my family. They might not like intimacy jokes, but they wouldn’t get mad or shun you for them.”
“I’ll keep it in mind.” She chuckled.
“Plus, you’re part of the group now. We’re kind of like your new family.” I said as I hung the last target up. I glanced at her and noticed a small smile as I turned to carry the spears over to where we would be standing.
“Thank you.” She said. “Now, is it exciting just for me to say the word boot? Or do you have to see them wriggle to get excited?” She teased. I looked back at her wide eyed. She had been teasing me like this on and off for the past five days. It was difficult to get used to. She would tease me, which would get my heart pumping and make me nervous, but she was funny. I would usually go red and stammer, trying to push past it.
“Define excited.” I said nervously. She laughed and went about her business.
“Just teasing. Let’s get this done before the others come down.” I sighed, relieved, but for the first time, I almost felt like I wanted her to keep going.
We didn’t have to wait long for the others. They filtered down, noisily chatting to each other. We played several different games, using the spears, hatchets, and knives for different games. One going to fifty, another where certain numbers set you back a few points, and other games where we had to work in teams of two to reach specific numbers. Eventually the group tired of playing accuracy games as me or my team were almost guaranteed to win. I felt bad, even though I gave away all but one of the tasty treats. I felt like I’d ruined their fun by winning and made a mental note not to do so well next time.
We switched to card games, this being as most of the games seemed to be luck based with some strategy thrown in, I was far less likely to win. That brought us to around midday and we grew tired of being below deck. We decided to watch Lánn and William do some fishing while we rested.
Sable and Leola left for a moment, when they came back, they had Cairen in tow. He had his lute and started playing it while the group danced and sang. Some of the crew would join in while they were passing by. I found great joy in watching the others dance and seeing them smiling and happy. I watched the grace with which Leola and Sable moved.
Céírde was graceful too when she knew the moves. She seemed to have a hard time improvising, but she had fun all the same. I was pulled in by Lánn to dance, learning as I went. I found it to be far more nerve wracking without ale and I was getting the same feeling I got when I first started fighting in tournaments, feeling like everyone was watching me.
Not to mention being so close to them during slow songs holding around their waist and holding their hand in mine, I would shake just from that alone. Sable would tease me, making use of my embarrassing secret, though she was careful not to push it too far. After I learned the moves and focused on keeping my movement as natural as possible to distract from the closeness, I started to see why the others enjoyed it so much. Tired after hours of games and dancing, we collapsed.
“You know. I just want to say that if I had to do this with any group, I’m glad it’s with all of you.” Keokin said quietly. “I never thought I would be able to live up to that.” He pointed at his pack, and the word ‘Leader’ clearly visible. “Back home, I take care of my mother and my brothers and that’s it. I get yelled at all the time at the mine for not doing enough, fast enough, or at least I used to. I was always just a grunt there though. Following one set of orders tediously for years. But with all of you, I actually feel like something more. I’m really grateful to you guys for that.” There was a moment of silence, then Klintock spoke.
“I feel the same. About doing the Trials with this group. I was skeptical at first, not just of me, but all of you. Then training started. Immediately, I felt out of my depth, but I had Croí and Jael to lean on, and the rest of you at night. I was eventually only worried about William, but he proved me wrong too.” He looked towards the front of the ship.
I followed his eyes and was shocked to see the Island within eyesight and much larger than it had been previously. “Now I’m not really nervous about the Trials. I mean not in the same way. Before I was nervous thinking it would be a bloodbath. Now I’m just nervous, in that I feel a healthy amount of awareness and caution for the dangers we face.” William spoke next, with a more somber tone.
“I’m grateful to both of you for that vote of confidence. But I don’t feel like I can share it, not fully, because I want to retain my fear of that place. Fear will make us cautious, jump at shadows, which is useful when the shadows could be out for your blood. I don’t want to be so terrified that I can’t leave the beach, but I don’t want to feel anywhere near overconfident.”
“Yeah.” Flint said in agreement. “It’s a hard line to walk. I want to share the confidence that my brother and our Leader share, but I’m also terrified. Me and Céírde know the dangers more than anyone here, aside from maybe Sable, so we know the reality of what we’re walking into.”
“But surely you must have some faith in our group?” Keokin asked. Flint nodded.
“Absolutely, don’t get me wrong I’m glad to be with all of you. Croí’s accuracy is infuriating but awe inspiring. Natural talent mixed with years of training, but what good is that against a giant armored crab? Or the False Tree? Sable moves like a ghost sometimes, but when the thing she’s stalking has a sense of smell that can detect anything within fifty to a hundred feet of it, her stealth becomes useless. I’m absolutely confident in our abilities, but I understand that our abilities have their limits.”This tale has been unlawfully lifted from Royal Road; report any instances of this story if found elsewhere.
“You’ll find no disagreements from us.” Keokin said with a smile. Klintock nodded agreement. “But we’ll continue to celebrate the newfound talents of our new family members.” Some of the group stirred as he mentioned us being a family.
Lánn, Sable, Klintock, Flint and Jael seemed pleased. Leola, Lánn, and William had a hint of skepticism in their smiles. I liked the idea, and smiled, but also felt sad as I remembered my own family back home and rubbed the pendant as a reminder of all that I was thankful for from them. “Well, it seems we’ve still got some hours before Kolob sets. I suggest we head below and enjoy a meal before we depart.” Keokin said. Lánn shook her head.
“I don’t think I’ll be able to eat. I’m too nervous.” I noticed her leg bouncing repeatedly. Her eyes were fixed on the Island.
“Well, all the same, it might do us some good to get away from the sight of it for a moment. Come on, let’s go.” Keokin said waving and we followed him below deck. I engaged in more training to hold off or expel my nerves. Listening to the others talk and laugh also helped pass the time.
I played games with myself, picking even smaller targets to lock onto. I became melancholy as I pulled the spear from one of them. I would miss the calm of the training room. The consistent thwack of the spears, hatchets, and knives against the targets. Playing games with the others, that ended in frustration. Having the crew bet on my accuracy. I had come to really enjoy all of this. I looked over at the group, seeing them smiling. I took in the scene, doing what I could to memorize every detail, every smile. Soon we would be on the Island, and while I was confident in the abilities of some, others were far more vulnerable, and the thought frightened me.
“Agers! Come on, we’re about to pass the line.” It was Orae. I took a deep breath, looking around the ship as the group followed Orae up the stairs. I nodded to Keokin that I would be up soon. I took in one last deep breath as I looked down, feeling the heft of the spear in my hands. One last throw eh buddy?
I examined the small mark I’d made in the spear to mark the balance point. At first, I’d marked it with my thumbnail, but later I scratched it with the blade of my hatchet. I held the spear up to my shoulder, exhaling as I acquired my target, the bullseye. I threw it hard, twisting my torso, extending my right arm, and followed through. I felt satisfied, knowing as soon as I’d released, that my aim was true. My confidence was backed up by the sight of the spear slamming into the well-worn center of the target. I smiled to myself and turned, heading up the stairs to join the others.
They were at the bow with Edorin, who was using the Visus.
“What is it?” I asked as I joined them. Keokin turned to me with a smile. “Look ahead, can you see it?” I looked, seeing the Island stretching across my vision. The details were more visible, like the peak of the mountains to my left, barely visible through the atmosphere. If I squinted, I could see the beach and the trees of the thick forest beyond. Then I noticed it, there was an irregular line in the water. It looked like the dark blue ocean water was being held at bay by a cloudier white water.
“What is that?” I asked Keokin.
“It’s a dividing line between the saltwater of the ocean and the fresh water that flows from the Island. It happens when freshwater rivers empty out into the saltwater ocean. It also tells us we have roughly two hours or so until we anchor.”
I watched as the ship slowly approached it. I expected to feel a change in the tension between the ship and this new type of water, like hitting a wall, but there was nothing. As we passed over it, we followed it back onto the quarterdeck, looking out to see the trail of dark blue water we had pulled across the line slowly vanish into cloudy brown.
I turned, again gazing upon the enormity of the Island in front of us. We all slowly returned to the bow of the ship, watching as the cloudy water slowly became a lighter shade of blue. Gradually, we watched as a bed of sand rose from the deep, dark depths. Now we could see fish, some big and dull, some small and colorful.
I was focused on something bigger, moving back down into the deep. An Undertaker Crab. Not just a drawing in a book described by a few words, but a real, large beast. I whistled to the group and pointed into the water. They rushed to see the tail end of it as it vanished into the depths, likely frightened off by the appearance of the large ship.
“That’s an Undertaker Crab.” Céírde said. “A real Undertaker Crab.” I gathered by her quiet, almost shaking tone that she was also struggling with setting eyes on the real thing and putting a face to the stories.
“It’s bigger than I thought it would be.” Klintock said. “But big means easy to spot, and easy to hear.” No. I shook my head.
“Not with them.” Céírde said, a fraction ahead of me. “If they’re on sand, the sound of their legs is muffled because of how thin they are. Like shoving dozens of spears into the sand. It makes a sound, sure, but nothing that would alert you to something that massive. Further inland they would be easier to hear, but that’s one reason why I think they stay on the beach, and in the ocean. But yes, it is easy to see. We have that at least. Well, and they’re really heavy, so even if they don’t make much noise, if you lay your head on the ground, or a rock, you can hear them from further away.”
“Right.” Klintock said, his confidence slightly shaken. “Good to know.” For the next hour, we watched the water and the shoreline closely, looking for any signs of predators or prey.
“You’ve all got good focus. I like that. Bodes well for you.” Zanataz stated, calmly. He started walking towards the dinghy. “Come on then.” We looked at him confused, but then we felt the ship start to turn to starboard, slowly baring the port side of the ship to the Island. Orae approached us and, for the first time, I noticed that the sails had been pulled up to slow us.
“Off you go then kids. Follow Zanataz.” He moved through us as we started walking. The crew unfastened several large rope lashings at the bow of the ship. There was a big splash as the anchor dropped into the water, and a moment later the ship stopped moving, aside from the gentle movement of the water. Oh Gods, this is it. It’s really happening. This is it.
Edorin walked down from the quarter deck. I felt like I couldn’t take deep enough breaths to keep myself calm. My hand shook as it latched onto my necklace moving down to the pendant. Breathe, focus, slow, in and out. The Wonder had swung around in front of the Wayward Pony, anchoring roughly a hundred feet away. We waited for the crew to come over and crawl up on deck before Edorin spoke.
“Agers. It’s been a delightful, albeit stressful three months with you. I have thoroughly enjoyed watching all of you grow.” A smile had broken through onto his face, and there was a slight increase in the wetness of his eyes. “All of you, when you first boarded my ship, were terrified, naive children with a vague sense of teamwork. But look at you now. Strong, learned, skilled Agers, working together as a family. Still a bit terrified though.”
The crew chuckled slightly. They knew the fear we all felt, they’d all been through it before after all. “But you’re not running anymore.” His bottom lip quivered slightly. I could see the pride in his eyes as they flashed purple one last time. “I pray that I will see all of you, safe, two years from today. Blessings of the Gods be upon all of you.” Orae nudged Knuckles with his elbow, saying just loud enough for most of the crew to hear.
“Captain’s crying again.” The crew laughed, lightheartedly as Edorin raised an eyebrow, glancing back at them.
“There is a slight increase in moisture, but I’m not crying. It’s just the spray of the sea.” He smiled, looking back at us. The crew chuckled. It was then that I noticed a large portion of them were following suit with Edorin. Zanataz, arms folded in front of him as a tear ran down his left cheek. Orae discretely wiped his eye as he wrestled Knuckles. Lanaea wiping away a stream from her eyes. I was starting to notice a sadness creeping in on me as well. It wasn’t enough to overrule my nerves, but it was enough to dampen them. I stepped forward, holding out my hand to Edorin.
“Thank you for delivering us safely, Captain and crew of the Wayward Pony. It’s been an honor.” He grabbed my forearm, and we shook.
“Pleasure was all ours Croí.” I stood back and saluted him.
“Captain.”
“At ease, kid.” After that, the crew and Agers mixed, hugging, and shaking hands, giving thanks, and saying their hopefully temporary goodbyes. I hugged Lanaea and Zanataz the longest. While I appreciated what the entire crew had done, they had been the most instrumental to me. Zanataz helped me learn to fight, taught me that I have more skill than I let myself believe. Lanaea gave me someone to talk to freely and openly, without any fear of judgement.
I was the first one to step foot into the dinghy behind Zanataz and Edorin. I waited for the others to file in one by one and made sure that my pack was secure and that I hadn’t forgotten anything. The dinghy lurched as Edorin and Zanataz began lowering us down into the water, until there was a dull thud. They sat down and pulled up oars, pushing us away from the Pony before splashing the oars into the water, lurching us towards the shore.
I watched as the ship slowly moved away from us, with the crew all watching, some waving. Glancing over the side, I could see the sand at the bottom of what looked to be a twenty-foot dive. It slowly rose until the dinghy reached it, coming to a lurching stop. Zanataz jumped out and pulled on a rope attached to the bow until we reached the shore.
“Exit off the bow. Watch your step.” Edorin said. Zanataz made a sweeping gesture with his right hand to emphasize what Edorin said. The group leapt off onto the sand one by one, and exclaimed, nearly tumbling as they hit the ground. Several of them reached for their heads or stomachs. Zanataz laughed.
“A little too used to your sea legs I see. Don’t worry, it’ll wear off.” I leapt off, landing on the soft, yellow tinted sand of the beach. My head felt strange, like I was still moving, but was contradicted by my still body. I noticed my body trying to compensate by mimicking the motions of the waves we’d been riding for the last three months. Lánn and William were the last off. I turned to Zanataz.
“Thanks Z.” He chuckled and shook his head.
“See ya in two years kid.” He addressed the others, speaking louder. “I’ll see all of you in two years.” They nodded, some giving a thumbs up and a weak smile. He pushed the dingey back out into the water while Edorin pulled on the oars. As the water was gaining on Zanataz’s thighs, he leapt in, his back to us as he assisted Edorin in rowing.
I scanned the beach and tree line in the light from Kolob’s setting. I noticed no movement aside from that of the group wobbling, and the leaves or bushes being blown by the wind. There was a one-hundred-and-fifty-foot distance between the water and a defined line of lush, thick vegetation. There were some gaps that I was able to use to see further into the forest, but not far. I looked north, down the beach that seemed to run for miles, spotted with large black rocks and the occasional driftwood before curving west, and out of sight.
Looking south revealed much the same, though with the notable exception of what looked like a far more open expanse of sand, just before it dipped west out of sight. No threats yet, that I can see. And it looks like that open area might be best to set up camp in. Given that there’s no hidden surprises.
I turned back around to see the dingey being raised onto the Pony. Oh right. I was going to ask Edorin about the name, and Danith about Bacta’s Aging… Oh well, too late now.
The sails unfurled on The Wonder, its heavy anchor being raised from the water and lashed to the ship as they set sail, turning steadily away from the Island. The Pony mimicked the other ship, even down to the crew waving goodbye one last time before turning and sailing away.
My stomach sank. I wanted to call out to them to come back, but I stopped myself. I saw one last wave from Edorin, then nothing as we watched them get smaller and smaller until they disappeared. I heard a noise to my right and turned to see Lánn crouched down, face buried in her arms, crying. I turned to see the forest again. It seemed much more intimidating now that the ships were well and truly gone.
That’s it then. We’re alone. Yes, we’re alone. But given that Company here consists of beasts and monsters, I guess that’s a good thing now. I grabbed my pendant and went to take a deep breath, but realized my lungs were already full. I exhaled. I thought the situation through, observing our surroundings one more time. I listened to the small sobs coming from Lánn. Nobody had bent down to comfort her; they were all transfixed on where the ship had been. Danger. Are we in danger? I looked around slowly, spotting no movement. I took a deep breath. Ok then. This is it. Let’s get moving.
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Adonida: Add-on-eye-duh
Aebhsean: Ay-v-shawn
Aeleen: Aw-lay-un
Aenrick: Ay-yun-rick
Aléínn: Aw-lane
An Crann Bréagach: Awn Krawn Bray-gawk
ánadaí: Aw-nuh-day
Anáil Fhuar: Un-all Oar
Andain: Awn-dane
Andis: Awn-dish
Anlea: Awn-lee-uh
Antilek: Awn-tea-leck
Arden: Awr-den
Arnica: Ar-neeka
ártair: Awr-two-er
Bacta: Bawk-tuh
Bairde: Bard-eh
Bán: Bawn
Bánní: Baw-nee
Bealach Fréamh: Bell-awk Fray-ehv
Bharc: Vaw-rk
Bíutris: Bee-a-trish
Brumon: Bruh-men
Caida: Kaw-da
Cairen: K-eye-ren
Calendula: Caw-len-doo-la
Céírde: Kay-erd
Celia: Kel-lee-uh
Channa: Kaw-na
Charum: Car-um
Cian: Kee-an
Cianían: Keen-ee-en
Cíanish: Keen-ish
Cíara: Kee-ra
Ciorcal Fiacla: Care-kul Fih-uh-cluh
Cloigann: Kl-eye-gen
Cormick: Core-mick
Croí: Kree
Curnunnos: Cur-nun-nos
Dagda: Dawg-duh
Danith: Dan-yuh
Darbh: Daw-rr-v
Dáriella: Daw-ree-ella
Darragh: Daw-rug
Deaneas: Daw-nesh
Demain: Deh-mo-een
Denae: Den-a-yuh
Derris: Dare-ish
Diamhair: Dee-uh-var
Dían: Dee-an
Donnell: Dawn-ll
Dóríd: Doe-read
Draven: Draw-vin
Dravik: Draw-vick
Drea: Draw
Drewk: Drook
Droch: Draw-ck
Drochrath: Draw-ck-raw-th
Durlácke: Der-lock-eh
Edorin: Ed-er-in
Efretis: Ee-free-tiss
Faocloir: Fee-k-lihr
Faolán: Fall-on
Flint: Flint
Flunác: Fluh-nock
Fomhár: Foe-v-awr
Gareth: Gaw-reth
Gathaen: Gaw-hane
Geal: Geh-l
Gobhen: Go-ven
Gorrick: Go-rick
Grainne: Gran-yuh
Greig: Grey-g
Hanaes: Hawn-ae-sh
Helios: Hell-us
Iéo: Ay-awh
íobhren: Ee-vren
Ionad Talún: Oh-ned Tah-loon
Jael: Jail
Jollén: Jaw-leen
Jorén: Jaw-reen
Jura: Jure-uh
Kaet: Kate
Kareck: Kaw-wreck
Keokin: Kee-oh-kn
Kixas: Kicks-us
Klaris: Claw-riss
Klintock: Klin-tuck
Kolob: Co-lob
Laídir: Lay-drr
Lanaea: Law-nae-yuh
Landae: Lawn-day
Lánn: Lawn
Líugh: Lee-h
Leola: Lee-o-luh
Lobhadh Aigne: Luh-vedg Ae-g-nuh
Lochloin: Lock-linn
Loranden: Low-ren-den
Loreann: Lore-ann
Lugh: Loo-ck
Machlír: Mock-leer
McKann: Mick-ann
Milí: Mill-lee
Míorúilt: Me-a-rule-t
Morean: More-yun
Nalana: Naw-lin-uh
Na Trí Méara: Naw Tree May-raw
Obhean: Aw-veen
Obheas: Aw-veh-sh
Objitar: Ob-jit-awr
Odron: Ed-ren
Oileáin Trialach: Eh-lawn Tree-a-lock
Orae: Oh-ree
Ozaris: Oh-zaw-riss
Peata an Bháis: Pee-aw-tuh N Vawsh
Poníú: Pawn-ee-you
Ralissa: Ruh-lee-suh
Réalta Bheag: Ray-ul-tuh V-ugh
Rendalae: Ren-duh-lay
Revorian: Re-vore-ee-an
Ríger: Ree-grr
Romlia: Rum-lee-uh
Rónars: Row-nars
Sacae: Saw-kay
Sandralia: San-druh-lee-uh
Saol: Sail
Scáth Ard: Sk-aw-th aw-rd
Sealc: Sh-awl-k
Sealgair: Shall-guh-reh
Sealí: Shay-uh-lee
Sean: Shawn
Tanbhis: Tawn-v-ish
Tára: Taw-ruh
Tarip: Taw-rip
Tauren: Taw-ren
Tellis: Tell-iss
Tus Nua: Tuss Nee
Uraggian: Oo-raw-gee-un
Visus: V-ih-sus
Vorish: Vore-ish
Zanataz: Zawn-uh-tus