growing gills

”Hannibal! Look what you’ve caught for me!” Deathbelle offered in delight as she strode forward to take a better look at the golden fish her brother pulled from the water. By now Rhyme had disappeared downstream and she was left alone with her Dearest. Lilac gaze sparkled in the firefly light as she grinned up at her more heavily albino colored sibling. Belle waded out into the water so she might better fish with him.

Of course she also wouldn’t want to disturb his spot, though she wished to greet him more appropriately with some much needed affection. Though they shared a den she felt distant from him since he’d told her about Dutch. She had to remedy that situation. But first, she’d make another attempt to catch herself a nice big fish.