Here I Am

Nevada was practically prancing through the sand, her eyes practically glowing with curiosity and excitement as she prepared to explore whatever lay beyond this beautiful beach. But then she heard a voice that certainly did not belong to her friend Alma, and she turned to see that she was being followed. Slowing her pace, the lovely little woman turned fully to address the man that was calling out to her. Apparently he recognized her language. Or thought that he did.

"Back home we call it español, or if you like you can call it spanish," she said with a playful wink. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Ashmedai," she said, the name rolling off her tongue. Maybe her accent marred it a teensy bit, but it sounded nice either way, so she didn't fret about it.

"My name is Nevada!" she said with a dramatic bow and a flourish of her fluffy brown tail. "What brings you here, guapo, are you a native? Perhaps you could show me around?"