Sugar Boats

Still soaked from playing with Cèlestin, Pegasus made his way to a different pool if only because he couldn't spend forever around his friend in spite of how tempting the idea was. He lapped at the water then drew back with a yelp as a fish grappled to his tongue and flailed as he drew back in pain. He shook his head tossing the fish onto a nearby bank and snuffed irately as the fish flailed helplessly on the ground.

He had a chance to actually look at the island for once: the painted early sunset, the long blades of grass that framed the muddy pools, the long billed water birds creeping through the mire, it was beautiful even without the decorations of the festival.