"Well, the truth of the matter is,, I may not know I am doing it," Talyssa protested. "The trouble with speaking every language is that you lose the ability to see where one stops and one begins."
In her intimidation, she went from Ancient Greek, to English, to Italian, back to English, into Samoan, and finished up in English, all in one sentence. And although she might have admitted to feeling flustered, she could not have told you what she had done, if you had paid her.
"I will not eat or drink anything you give me," she shot back bravely, briefly slipping into Swahili. "But you should know you cannot stop people from speaking a language. It is a living thing." She finished up in Ancient Greek, despite Cheyenne's assertions that she not, and she flinched slightly, actually recognizing what she had done and waiting for the blow.