Starglow Basin asco

I swear I gave myself permission to skip.

-“That means ‘hello,’ right?”- Bushtit replied, encouraged by the grin on Soto’s face. ¡Hola! he parroted experimentally. I’m Bushtit, in case you don’t remember. And that’s my mom, Towhee, he said, shooting her a grin and a point. And you’re Soto, the boy concluded, turning back to face the man.

Dad, he marveled silently. He wondered how to say that in Soto’s language. He desperately wanted to learn it, as well as teach him the common tongue and Ptero, in turn. Bushtit had so many questions. He wanted to get to know this mythical figure.

Is Fiamma around? he wondered.