what do we do? we swim, swim, swim

Deathbelle had her eye on the boy to show him that she was listening as he told her names of his siblings. She grinned even through holding the extra large fish in her mouth. She hadn’t realized what a good fisher she was until this contest. She caught the biggest fish, even through being pregnant. The boy Alarr raced away through the water to gather himself some of the plant she just explained. ”Would you fetch some for me?” She asked sweetly as she deposited her fish and waded back out into the water to try again. She mostly wanted to see if her streak might continue. She watched the water’s surface quietly, bright lilac gaze shifting until she to strike again.