Only Dead Fish Swim With The Stream

As she handed the boy his end of the net, Asla ruffled the mane atop his head with her chin then placed a kiss upon his cheek. The grey and cream fae tried to keep a smile on around her children as much as possible. Not a fake smile, mind you, but a hopeful smile. They both needed to perk up. The mourning period had lasted longer than usual, though she wouldn't rush the boy. Everyone grieved at their own rate.

"You stay on this side, okay? I'll go across and we can walk the net upstream. Hopefully we catch something." Asla had chosen a pinch in the river where the banks weren't terribly far apart. A couple minutes of cutting through the current and she was on the other side with her side of the net still clutched between her teeth. She nodded to Arc and began to walk along the bank. The weighted rocks at the bottom corners of the net kept the trap hanging down through the water and the crimped edges created a little pocket to trap fish in.

"Aslatiel Indarra"