"I say... they look to be Indians, but... are they speaking French?" George burst out.
"Osage, which are a Canadian branch, whom yes, speak their own branch of French for the most part." Roxton said, quirking his brows at Veronica.
"We're barely a mile from the perimeters; I have never seen this village before..."
"Well, the plateau is known for being an apex of shifting planes of reality, and parallel universes seem to slip in and out of here occasionally." George said, rubbing his beard thoughtfully. "In the four years that we were here, it happened a handful of times..."
Marguerite, meanwhile, was rushing over to her children.
"What in the bloody hell were you thinking?" she demanded of them. "You had us frightened to death!"
Avery swallowed, looking at his mother with her hands on her hips.
"I'm sorry, Mum, but... we heard the sounds! We had to come see!"
"You didn't 'have' to do anything!" Marguerite fussed, rubbing her forehead. "What you should have done was come and get us, and tell us, and we might have taken you to investigate."
Abby looked over at her mother, who looked just as angry as Marguerite. "We weren't far out of the area." she said loftily.
"Abagail Ava Malone! You know better than to go even a step outside of it!"
"Aw, come on, Ma... we were only exploring..." Tommy put in, but shrank back at a firey look from his mother.
"You'd do best to keep quiet too, Thomas Layton Malone." she said sternly.
One of the tribesmen approached the mothers and spoke in French. "Are these your children?" he asked.
Marguerite nodded. "Oui, ceux-ci sont nos enfants."
"What's going on?" Veronica stage whispered to her, but Marguerite waved a hand to shush her.
"Were they any trouble?" Marguerite asked him in French.
"No, not at all; they are very smart and inquisitive. They have been playing with our children most of the morning. But, I suspect you have been worried, no?"
Marguerite nodded, giving a look to her three guilty-looking offspring.
At this time, Challenger stepped forward and spoke up, having at least some knowledge of French. "Are you from here originally?" he asked.
The tribesman looked very confused. "We have lived in our village our entire lives. Where else would we live?"
Marguerite elbowed him. "George, I really don't think you need to unlock all the secrets of everything." she whispered. "They don't know, why confuse them?"
"I just want to know where they are from, why they are here, and if they need help getting back, Marguerite..." Challenger said defensively.
"And, it may change instantaneously around them, so that they don't even know it's happening. Just like a couple of the villages from before. Isn't that the best thing?" Marguerite queried.
"Not, my dear, if they run into a dinosaur." Challenger said dryly...