“Hello, little ones. Can you hear me? I know it’s been a very long time since a human has been present in your worlds, but many generations ago, I am pretty sure we shared the same land, and I was hoping you might be willing to assist me. You see, there are nasty invaders in your home that will eventually kill you all as well as us.” This was Ethel’s fifth time attempting to break the communication barrier she was having with the squirrels.

This was new to her since she had really started honing her abilities. Animals and plants had always at least been receptive to her. Here it felt like there was some barrier bouncing back her message.

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“They won’t be able to understand you, but I think I can work as a go-between. I am far older, old enough to remember a different shore I once lived at.” A voice came into Ethel’s mind.

“Ah, so, you’d be able to work as my translator then. I’m surprised you even heard me.” Ethel responded.

“Had I not enjoyed the sparring match with your son I doubt I would have.” It answered.