Pucker up and kiss it, Whoville!

"Говорить"

It seemed the boy was just as startled as she was, even if only for a moment while a sort of uncomfortable fluttering persisted in Darya's own chest. He recovered much better than the young girl was, instead she was still stiff, her eyes still wide and she felt a very strong urge to hide behind the tree, which she sort of did, she angled her tiny body so that was pressed against the trunk and peering around it's rounded form at the boy.

He spoke and it was in the words that her Da and the big ones were teaching her. She didn't understand everything he said but she managed to suss out the gist. For a brief moment the idea of him thinking she was a monster managed to pull a small amused smile onto the girl's uneasy mask. Then she wondered if she had misunderstood him, maybe he still thought she was a monster and she frowned. Darya didn't think she looked like a monster, she looked like Da and Da was a big teddy bear of a wolf! But then she also kind of looked like the big fat one who was always being mean to them, so maybe that's what the other boy meant.

Softly and hesitantly she spoke: "Not monster..." Her words were awkward and while she would never have the heavy Russian accent of her mother there were traces of it clinging to her broken English. "Just Darya."