The Sentinels honey and sulfur

she understood his Other Tongue; she, emaleth, and he shared three languages with one another and for one so young it was easy to know, easy to speak. it was as natural to her as anything else; that not all could speak this way was unknown to her. now and then she would lapse into the french dialect, or else gaelic. ils partagent tout avec moi! came her breathy response, her eyes seeking the lips of the very thing they spoke of. but no flowers were near to them, and while she was driven to scamper away and find them, she felt there was something more he was not telling her. pourquoi seraient-ils pas me dire cela? her head tilted, and at his next statement, deirdre looked forlornly into the distance. when????