“Hear.” He bent down and scooped up a little pile of dirt with a lower hand. “Zirkeeta.” Then he flattened the palms of his upper hands against each other, spread them slightly, and slid a finger from his other lower hand through the gap. “Zirkita.” Ahmya frowned. “What does that mean?” Cole laughed from his perch on a nearby rock. “Pretty sure he’s saying dick.”
