Bitterroot Valley Make me proud, as I stand before you.

Khali pondered for a moment, he still couldn’t believe they could be related. This was a bombshell, a bombshell that would shatter any sleep he thought he might have in the next week or two. Maybe it might settle after that but this, this was just too much. “What language do you speak?” He asked as he sat back on his haunches really looking everywhere but at Aliac.

There were so many thoughts racing through his head. “Can you understand me?“ he said in the language he knew, Swahili, hoping maybe that was the other language she was speaking. Khali didn’t even wait for her to answer his first question before speaking the language. He took a few steps back just in case it was the language, then it would be time he had to bail and think about this.