Like Tlanti, this woman had the thick accent of a non-native speaker. Salvia had begun to recognize the difference in accents as her own vocabulary had broadened. Her father’s was strange, for it combined the native tongue of the Khalif (she did not know what “German” or “Germany” was) with the mountain tongue of the backwater wolves he had learned to speak it from. Even Sirius carried a faint, barely noticeable difference in speech than the others. Quite quickly, she had begun recognizing and identifying the origins for these faint differences and use them to pinpoint a creature’s homeland.
Salvia turned her head back toward the woman. “Salvia,” she replied. “You should take that out,” she went on, as if her outburst had been completely justified. “Someone might think you’re a slave. I thought you belonged to Aunt Tlanti for a long time,” she went on, turning back to the empty land around them. This was not a lie; Salvia had learned the cultural rules and codes of Salsola quickly. The orange woman she had often seen skulking about Tlanti’s home had been thought of as property until dinner, when she had been eating at the table.
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