Only Dead Fish Swim With The Stream

Arcturus chose to release the turtle even though Asla had been told that they tasted decent. It didn't matter to her. The turtle had been small. The fish would more than make up for the lack of a single turtle. Asla was already making plans for the fish. A way to preserve the entire haul.

One grey ear perked as Arc suggested they go back. Aslatiel gave her head a shake. "Nope," she still didn't look at her boy as she worked with securing the fish. "We're going to dry these over a fire. They'll last longer." Already the fawn and grey fae was busy gutting and fileting the fish, placing the filets in a wooden container that she'd brought in her pack. Some were larger and some were smaller, but they would all dry the same if they hung them at proper heights above the flames.

Now Asla looked to her golden child. "Will you start collecting wood?" Both ears swiveled forward as she asked. "We'll need a lot. We're going to be here all night." They had a great deal to talk about. She had noted how solemn and withdrawn the boy was. They were going to get to the bottom of it. Neither she nor Naiche wanted him to spend his life sad and grieving.

"Aslatiel Indarra"