not the sort of shrimp you wanna mess with

The male seems surprised by her sudden appearance and girl tries her best to stifle the chuckle that bubbles up but, even if the sound is strangled, the corners of eyes still crinkle with laughter. Gruff words are offered in response to her comment about the prey and Haydée causally tilts her head, eyes considering the stranger as she reads the fact that he is disgruntled by the fact that the shrimp had won. While the girl might be embarrassed by a lot of things, getting bested by a prey you have no clue how to catch certainly isn’t one of them.

Yet, the warmth of the smile on her lips does not dim as she looks at the young man and offers him some fish that Ethne has caught. A rumbling of his stomach greets her offer and Hay laughs softly but sobers immediately as he speaks. With a gentle nod, the young woman is sympathic to his stance. Thinking for a long moment, she finally says, “Well, how about a trade then? All the fish you can eat in exchange for helping some of our hunters replenish the stores?”

It is a simple offer and one that Haydée believes is fair with the circumstances that has brought the stranger across her borders. She keeps the fact that she hopes to also teach him some more ways to catch prey to herself… for now.


"Haydée Kedieo"