Only Dead Fish Swim With The Stream

In time, the net became rather heavy. A little too heavy to pull easily, so Asla decided that they'd either caught quite a few fish or they'd caught a really big branch. Either way, they needed to empty the net. Asla made her way back across the river, ducking under the water to grab the lower end of the net between her teeth as well to create a sort of pocket. Once back on the bank, Arc helped her to pull the netting up and onto dry land. Once she was sure that the fish wouldn't go sliding back into the water, the fawn colored fae shook out her waterlogged coat, no doubt looking rather silly with her fur sticking up all over the place.

Peeling open the net, Aslatiel grinned at their haul, nudging her son's shoulder. "We did pretty well." There were several larger fish within, a few smaller ones and a turtle. Asla plucked the smaller fish from the net and tossed them back into the water. They would hopefully grow to be large fish that someone could catch later. The turtle was smallish and ducked into its shell when the woman picked it up. Holding it out to Arc, she asked, "Do you want this?" If he didn't, she'd toss the turtle back into the water as well. Too much work for too little meat, in her opinion.

"Aslatiel Indarra"