The scholar’s forehead clenched in bafflement. She held up a palm and then one finger. “Slowly, one word at a time.”
The male rambled once again, but this time V held up a palm and he immediately quietened. He flicked his eyes up once to see her red hair and then shrivelled into himself, frightened.
“He says they came from the sky. Consumed everything in their path. His people had no hope,” V said as the scholar gaped. “I understand him. I understand all languages.”
“Well, I wish I had that skill,” Robya said.
“Me also,” Gwrlain said.
“What are your people called? How did you come to be here?” V asked the male, in his language of clicks, thumps and pops.
He jolted at hearing his language from her mouth and clutched his hand to his heart.
Stuttering, he replied, “We are the low-
