Ariadne looked down at herself, wondering how he saw it in her. Was there something about her that gave it away? If she were greener, perhaps. And if he knew of Alastrians. But, of course, no one here did. Aside from the few friends of hers that wanted to know.

At last, she had to give up guessing. Whatever it was, she didn’t know.

“Well, there’s no need for translating here. We all understand each other. So, yes. I’m trying something new with my orchard.”