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Eti took his words and played them back through his mind. If one would look close it seemed that he was confused, but it wasn't so. He was merely putting it into a slot next to the other words for ghost in his language.

Taibhse, like fantom and Fantôme. Can you teac' me more words?

Etienne loved words. Loved to be able to speak different languages to share with others the way he felt. He would endeavor to learn as many as he could.

Eti nodded his head. I am one of Chacal's boys. Dere are dree of us, an' our Suzu. Dough Requiem was taken by dey big bird. But 'e's alive. I'm sure of it. We'll find 'im. Granme says dat tings get lost, sometimes, but dey always return. An' she wouldn't lie. Kinda like you. You was lost, but you came back. Made Missus Meerkat so 'appy.

Etienne looked up and lay an ear down. Oh Padonem I'm Etienne, but you can call me Eti.