Snowforest Taiga según tu punto de vista

my mother named me — as mother’s often did. yanín had to remind herself that snickering at the seemingly obvious comment would have been inappropriate, though she wanted to desperately to say something. instead, she echoed his compliment earlier, saying, i’ve never heard taikon before, but i will remember it.

regarding her sleeping arrangements, yanín’s plans were still largely underdeveloped. she’d left the consortium too short of a notice to actually plan anything; whatever goods she’d managed to smuggle away had since been used, leaving her with nothing but unwanted memories.

no matter. i will find somewhere here, i think, yanín told him, glancing around, do you know somewhere to stay for the night?