Herbalists' Cache ella me levantó

"aditya," he responded, bowing his head. "nice to meet you, catalina." pretty name; rolled off the tongue easily enough. like her language, it reminded him of somewhere, something, far in the past, but there was no concrete memory he could attach to it.

he pondered his next question, wondering how best to word it. in his language, you would say "aap kahaan se hain?" which differed greatly, in structure, from the common tongue. he pursed his lips, thinking, before speaking again, keeping it simple: "where are you from?" should she not grasp the meaning of that, he would try again.

mi inglés un poquito rattled in his head; he wanted to know what it meant. a place? a sentiment? a greeting?