"The language? Why? How should we speak?" Astrid knew that the people to the south spoke in a different tongue, and traders often spoke with strange accents, so it made sense to her that different places would have different tongues, but she had never learned any of them. Did the stars speak a completely different language to any she might already have heard?
Hródolf knew what that gesture meant, and laughed at his Nan before pulling her skirt up to hide his face. Astrid grinned down at her son. "He likes to walk, until he doesn't. But he's hiding from you now. Thinks you won't be able to lift him if you can't see him," she explained to her mam. "Take your Nan's hand, little wolf, go on. We'll go see Aunt Brenna now."