Duck Lake water birds in spring

Her travels continued through this new land, and though her feet may grow sore, or her body cold she was still delighted by each new territory. This land was so different from home, so exciting. She had never before had such free reign on her own life. Everday she could make whatever decision she wanted and would not be yelled at for it. She could have fun, hunt when she pleased. Least of all she didn't have to marry that viejo verde. She missed her parents occasionally, but she felt this is what she was meant to do. Truly, she was meant to be a feather on the wind. To fly away, just as the Quetzal bird did.

She was walking around the lake she'd just found, watching the ducks that swam within it. She had seen ducks before, of course, but she'd never eaten one of these ducks. There were some with such beautiful green feathers on their heads. She wondered if it taste different the moment her eyes had landed on them. So she had decided to try and catch one. She was decent at swimming, but she knew the ducks were better. So she was watching and waiting for the perfect time. She was still stalking at the edge of the lake when a song reached her ears.

For a moment she paid it no mind, dismissing it. It wasn't until she realized that it was in her own tongue did her attention snap away from the ducks. Her eyes searched for the cantante, finally landing on the lazing figure not very far away. Without speaking, she set towards the other. Once she was near enough that she wouldn't have to yell at the top of her voice, she called out to what she now saw as a female. "¡Eh, tú! Amiga! Te he oído cantar, ¿hablas español?" She questioned her still, having not yet found someone who spoke spanish back. She wondered if the other merely knew the song.

"Do you speak my language, amiga? I heard you singing. Or did you get me excited for nothing?" She laughed at her own joke, still happy to make a friend regardless of their language.