If Imala thought herself as somewhat out of place amongst the Tahtla, a stranger in the midst of the tribe, it was nothing in comparison to the way Al?wo felt. At least she had grown up amongst them, not suddenly planted here amongst them all. Sadly that was the way the girl would view it, some sort of competition in isolation, none here were allies or equals to her. Fortunately for now any similarities would not appear and instead the brown female would go on to explain her words, now speaking in the familiar tongue that Al?wo knew.
The first detail didn't really matter so much. As it stood she cared little what the other had said but it was more the language she had used to say it in. It was strange. There was little other way to describe it. And it was unknown, even the girl speaking it had no idea where it originated from, who used such an odd language to converse. How could she be sure she wasn't simply making up things then, and more importantly why on earth did she have the desire to learn something as useless as this foreign tongue. "K? n?d??" She questioned. "Idi ti yoo ti o fẹ lati sọ ede kan nigba ti o ni ko si ọkan lati sọrọ ti o pẹlu? O ti wa ni kan egbin ti akoko ati ajeji kan ti egbin ti o ju." What would the Goddess say to such things?
