Dialectal Love

You know how your ancestors can fling off to space and maybe go through some weird time stuff to make a kind of cosmic colony that evolves over thousands of years into its own civilization that mostly forgets its connection to Earth even as it continues to speak English? And now it’s just sitting there alongside modern Earth because of that aforementioned weird time stuff?

Anyway, they still speak English, but it’s hard for language to stay static. When you fall to Earth, it’s easy enough for you to communicate with the locals because you and they are speaking the same language in a broad sense,, but due to your separation through time and space, your version has essentially become its own dialect. Thus, it takes that extra bit of effort for you to grasp the nuances of Earth conversation and convey to them the full meaning of your intent.

And then suddenly you meet someone who somehow speaks the exact same ancient space dialect that you do.

That’s what romance is to me.

Bonus Question!

First dialect you remember encountering?

Probably New Orleans creole.