Talking Fish Blues

With scales like the most delicate of armour plating, the fish made its escape towards the center of the lake, choosing to vanish from the babe sight within moments. She moved her gold decorated tail in the same way as it flexed its body, as if she wanted feel the same motion. Her golden jewelery creating harmonious and melodious tones, like tiny bells hitting each other, which eachoed through the land. As he stood there, delicate teacups in the mud, her eyes wandered too, taking in the pinkness of the belly and the stillness of the eye of the many fish that wondered the lake.

Plush, coral tongue unfurled from within her pretty maws, licking at her sharp incisors, moments before the babe was ready to plunge her paw into the water a unfamiliar scent reached her nostrils; masculine, potent and strange, it was a male she had not met before and before long her regalia would turn towards the source. Fish are not conjured, love. she returned her gaze towards the lake before registering his appearance within her mind palace, ...they are caught. she mused her sultry tones, vocalizing her thoughts within the most gentle of words. You came here to fish?