Dale blinked at her. I’m going native. He’d gotten so used to switching back and forth with Lyra, he hadn’t realized they’d been speaking English. “The book with all the different writings you showed me on the beach. The beginning—Equestrian—what you and me are speaking. That was under a picture of a unicorn. But there were other ponies with different words. A narrow one, like the tall mare doctor that comes to the embassy.”