Telaliel laces her hand through her fathers elbow, standing quietly aside as the others talked for a moment, listening to the alien language and the odd translations that came through.  The words were so...rough.  So hard edged on her ears, like the rocks of the mountains rather than the rocks in the rivers.  Time and the caress of wind and water smoothed the edges of stones...would there be something similar for a race?  The tones of the words were generally flat, but also more strongly conveyed, compared to the almost singing of her native language.  Again, the image of a mountain came to mind; large and strong, but only a few colors.  Ælpheran was more like the wind and the water...swooping and soaring, playful and swift.  Language was a fluid thing, shifting and changing, burbling and blowing.<br/><br/>And then, of course, there were the physical differences.  Even at a distance, they looked to be somewhat shorter on average, though she really only had the three to go off of.  They were also much more...sturdily built, she supposed.  The musculature that she could see was much more defined and markedly larger.  She smiled a bit to herself, thinking again of mountains.  Perhaps the world that they were from was just more mountainous in general, she though.  Their complexion was much more course, as well, as if the pores of the skin were more open.  She couldn't be certain what was going on with that, but it would be impolite to ask.  Did they have multiple genders?  How did one tell them apart?  And their ears were just so...small.  It was almost cute, in its own way.<br/><br/>Her own ears perked up slightly in amusement as she smiled a touch at the group, waiting until their captain had finished what he was saying.  She looks quietly to her father, waiting for his response.  It was not her place to speak in such an important meeting.  Her father was the one that spoke for all her people, and at no point was that more important, probably, than right now.