Duck Lake ain't that a kick in the head?

curiously enough, he understood every word she gave him—but when it came to forming common tongue of his own, aditya fell woefully short. theek ho, he said briefly, then horror dawned upon his features as he realized what he'd meant to say was coming out completely unintelligible to the woman. ah. . .maaf karo.

'easthollow,' at least, heartened him somewhat, and he began to rise to his paws, drawing in a hissing breath as pain took over his skull. mera naam aditya, he said, putting emphasis on his name, as it might be the only thing she understood. bahut dhanyavaad, steph. ah. . .valette kaisi hain?

hopefully, the names he continued to throw out would lead them into some sort of conversation, even if it ended up being awkward and one-sided. unfortunately, the effort made his head hurt even more; he needed to get back to swiftcurrent, sleep this off.