Kim-Ly, Asta was pretty sure it was her name though the tongue she spoke had intonations that were so foreign to her she wasn't sure where one word ended and another began.  There were also a lot of rising and falling sounds and it sounded partially angry because of the sounds the words, she was pretty sure they were words, ended on were combative to Asta's ears, especially when Kim-Ly sounded excited like she had before taking off across the beach.  She had stopped for more of the white fleshed fruit and Asta paid careful attention to how the tall woman gathered and prepared it.<br/><br/>Among her people there wasn't really a concept of teacher and student.  You learned by doing, by helping and watching and serving as an apprentice but the relationship wasn't formalized and strict.  It just was and anyone could work with anyone else and expect to be shown how to do things by doing them, by making mistakes.  Kim-Ly knew how to harvest the strange food so Asta learned from her and even though she wasn't totally sure about it yet, she had an inkling of what a coconut was and how to harvest one.<br/><br/>If only she had her knife!  That had been required to be checked with her baggage and it had been explained that it was because people got in fights on the plane and tried to crash them.  Maybe that's what happened?  But still, if she'd been allowed to keep her knife on her belt it would be with her now and she'd have the most basic, essential tool of her people.  It wasn't fair.<br/><br/>Kim-Ly seemed like a natural leader and Asta wondered if it was because she felt at home on this land.  Certainly she knew how to find food and drink and she'd only know that if she lived here, or someplace very much like here.  If they were in her lands, Asta would take the same role, like when Ingrid had first come to live with them and Ingrid's home was much closer to Asta's than Asta's was to where they'd crashed.  Content to follow for the moment, and very much not wanting to be alone, Asta kept up with the tall woman and was with her when they met the two new people.<br/><br/>One was a girl, like them, well a woman anyway.  She was older than Asta and was shorter than Kim-Ly.  Her glasses made her look smart, like she spent a lot of time looking closely at things and squinting so she needed them and Asta wondered what she did with her people.  The other was a man, a city man with the body of a city man.  It wasn't bad, it just meant he ate more grains than meat and she would do the same thing if it was more readily available.  Eyes somewhere between blue and green seemed kind enough so Asta give him a smile before looking expectantly at Kim-Ly.<br/><br/>It didn't bother her that no one spoke her language.  Ingrid had said that there were less than fifty thousand people who did, and it took a bit of thinking of how many reindeer that was to make sense of a number so large.  None of them looked like a Finn either, and the way they gathered together willingly also told her they weren't Finns so no chance of having some words in common either.  But surely they could talk to each other, right?  They didn't look the same but maybe that was normal here.