She flinches, unsure of where the man lays in wait. Then he speaks, and she recognizes her language amongst his words, and the less used tongue of foreigners. Forcing her pelt to smooth, she approaches, squinting, and sees the bulk of a stranger beyond her.
"You speak my tongue," she murmurs, keeping safe distance from this man she does not know. One thing her father has always taught her is caution- for even her empty, pretty head can understand that, she thinks bitterly.
"You speak my tongue," she murmurs, keeping safe distance from this man she does not know. One thing her father has always taught her is caution- for even her empty, pretty head can understand that, she thinks bitterly.
speaks mandarin and common
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