Starglow Basin Re_jaded.

Not a single word out of his mouth struck her as familiar. He must be speaking another language, she officially concluded. Towhee glanced at Tierra, catching the translation. She stared at her daughter for a beat, marveling at the fact she evidently spoke two—three, counting Ptero—languages. Then she took an additional moment to process the request.

Eyes flashing back to Soto, she now demanded, Why?

Yes, they’d had a good time together. If she was being honest with herself, he was the best she’d ever had (sorry, Maxim). But he didn’t know her name. He hadn’t tried to pursue her further that day. What did he want with her now? She could only surmise that he was curious about potential offspring, though Towhee wasn’t about to bring it up.

Her eyes burned into Soto’s face before flicking to Tierra’s for a translation.