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Follower's words flowed well over the Misu's head. There were several words that she could not translate even if she tried. Jeremiah had been a good teacher, but likely he never dreamed in a million suns that Kaliska would ever need to know the meaning of words such as arcology or amphibious. Trying to keep collected amid all the destruction and confusion literally surrounding her, she took a breath and slowly shook her head again.

The rain had already weighed down her wavy locks causing them to cling to the sides of her face. The storm was picking up around them. The drops were coming down in sheets and the wind to tug at her soaking dress. Misu were used to rain. It washed everything away and left it clean and refreshed. But now, despite the downpour's best efforts, Kaliska knew that the rain would not dash away the others or the situation she was in which she currently found herself.

Blinking through the fat droplets she finally answered as best she could. "Does Kakla mean Protector? Perhaps that is the Misu you are looking for if you are wishing to discuss such... matters. None of the Protectors are here right now." She probably should not have disclosed that information to yet another strange other but she could not imagine the situation getting worse than it was already. "I'm the closest you will get. This Misu knows not the meaning of your words. Are you... Are you asking about water?"

Somewhere in the back of her memory she recalled Jeremiah once referring to water as aqua... Perhaps it held the same meaning to these people at well. Then again she could be way off from the actual meaning. After all,if they were seeking water, all they had to do was look up or to the great Monsayno.