Wanderings

"Oh!" Iris smiled, understanding finally and giggling at her language fumble.

"Zhe day is well, oui, yes." She replied, stepping over the boneset, the meadow sweet and chamomile. The garden hosted a remarkable collection of medicinal herbs and spices, was that black pepper? And this Tumeric? Tres bien!

"I am feeling... More... excellens*, now Zhat I... am among ze plants." She finally replied to the cream woman, working to translate what she was trying to say before saying it. She swished her tail and collected fresh stalks of meadowsweet and lemon balm.

"Et tu? Pardon, and you?" She asked cordially, partially in her native tongue. Eager to practice the common language with someone new. It was so easy to slip into conversation with Vadim since he understood her.