It was an unusual language. Guttural and sharp. A little bit like the way some of the old Elves in the mountains spoke. Their old tongue from over a thousand years ago. Ariadne would have to make a point of asking to hear more of it sometime. She had a feeling she could master the syntax quickly. But the vocabulary might be more challenging. Given everything she knew about his world, there were probably a lot of things that didn't translate well because they didn't exist anywhere else.

As the story ended, Ariadne led the children in a round of applause. It wasn't for show. It was just that Alastrians knew you needed to show appreciation for a story.

Smiling a little, she walked into the room, making her way over to Anakin. "That lesson is as true in your world as it is in mine," she said.