The Sentinels and listened to this voice, like i never heard before

deirdre listened to her sister, moving in an excited fashion all the while; this development was interesting indeed, and one she found she did not dislike from the first. the sounds presented to her were like jazz music, the way the syllables crashed in harsh chaos and yet produced such a peculiar and lovely sound that made her swing toward it! she appreciated every thing that came from their lips like never before. she could see that it had a point at last, whereas once the things they said were known to be emitted but simply never properly heard.

emaleth responded to her and the floppy-earned deirdre turned and stared for a moment, looking thoughtful. more change, deirdre realized, but this time did not shudder, perhaps accepting this at last. it was a resigned acceptance, but acceptance nonetheless; deirdre had forgotten the instruction, forgotten that the next development—at the point of speaking five words of the language of Them—was a point of no return. The Great Forgetting would be done, and that would be that! but for now, the twins still shared this tongue, and spoke it freely to one another.

deirdre was distracted when her sister mimicked her; her thoughtful repose was disturbed, and she fell into the moment again. deirdre could not help but giggle at the way it sounded from her sisters lips, and repeated her again, mmmmMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMmmmmmmmmm, before another loud laugh was released. deirdre could not help the joy that burst from her, and when another word came, deirdre watched her sister say it. rrrrrrrah! dee!!! her tail waved, as she found another word she quite liked. she yelled it aloud, dee!! deedeeeedeeee!!! mmmmmmmmmmdeeeeeee! she looked to her sister, it sounds.... funny!!! and she laughed again, so funny she found it, turning to grin up at the Giver, who gave them words.