Stavanger Bay with a crash

Salt nodded her head to confirm, though she was in the same boat as Ette. Speaking had always been challenging for her, but listening and understanding came as second nature. My mom, she used to sing to me. A nursery rhyme called chanson de la minette. Out of the few things Salt remembered from her childhood, it was this song that she remembered the most clearly. It was a sort of routine for it to be sung at night, right before the children went to bed. 

Why didn't you learn? she asked him. It wasn't a difficult language, save for the complex conjugations, but even those paled in comparison to the other languages she had heard in her lifetime.