Skylar and the chieftain got along like a house on fire, and I felt discombobulated as I watched the two of them converse. Although I was listening as hard as I could, it felt as though their language was completely alien to what we knew and spoke. It was to be expected, after all, since their tribe had never even seen people who looked like us before. Their language would not have evolved as a result of coming into contact with ours.
"I think this is going to be very difficult to pick up," Yvonne muttered, sounding sulky for the first time ever. She had been relentlessly cheerful throughout our entire ordeal, but the prospect of learning a language that had absolutely nothing in common with ours was getting her down.
"If Skylar can do it, we can too," Euphie encouraged. We were keeping
