Duck Lake water birds in spring

Cuicatl's attention was suddenly stolen away by a the approach of another who spoke beautifully in one of her own learned tongues. As she stood and turned to face the stranger, her tail began a gentle wag over her back and her eyes took on an innocent spark. The first words were understood perfectly, but the second half of the introduction was much less easy to comprehend, causing Cuicatl's brow to furrow and her head to tilt slightly to the side. Si, si! ¡No puedo creer que lo comprendieras! Soy Cuicatl.

She wished to take a step forward and properly greet the woman as she might have if she were still near her home and could be sure that she would take no offense. Despite this, she remained where she was, albeit antsy while she awaited a reply. ¿De dónde eres, eh? No hablan nuestro idioma aquí. It was then that Cuicatl remembered her slight faux pas in this entire encounter and excused herself before continuing, Lo siento, mi amiga, ¿como te llama?