growing gills

She hoarded his bright eyes as he looked up to greet her. Of course he denied her request in an instant, but she couldn’t fault him either. Banshee was entering a difficult stage in her life. Though Deathbelle was no fan of coddling, Hannibal needed to mend the relationship he had with his daughter. She would be maturing fast, and Belle knew she felt left behind.

”Maybe, it is a fine catch.” She returned, hopeful that Ban was on her way to becoming the respectable Klein heiress she was always meant to be. Belle’s own bright gaze shifted similarly to the surface of the water. ”I’m well, the pups are growing wonderfully. They’ll be here mid Autumn. Maybe a little later.” She offered him with a grin as she side eyed him before aiming to take hold of another fish.