12-19-2020, 12:01 AM
It was with a sheen of morbid fascination that Kemala watched the story unfold before her eyes. She pictured the maw of ivory teeth rising from dormancy. A small figure dwarfed by the shadow of a beast of whose remains only the small fragment remained. She wondered by what designed Soren found himself in a fight for survival, where only the only recourse was nefarious bargain. She would certainly wage her wisdom better had his experience been hers.
“I expect the hook to be firmly set. I am an excellent fisherwoman,” a brow rose expectantly. “But while I was casting, I did not notice another snagging my lip.”
She next fit a joke into the tilt of her head if he was astute enough to see it buried in the flood of her expressions. “Perhaps a king who is good at swimming,” she laughed for her own amusement. “Perhaps this is why you come to another lake, seeking another beast? Do you swim, northman?” she asked. He was lithe and fit enough to endure wave and wind, but for all his chiseled face, Kemala guessed that he could do little more than float.
“I expect the hook to be firmly set. I am an excellent fisherwoman,” a brow rose expectantly. “But while I was casting, I did not notice another snagging my lip.”
She next fit a joke into the tilt of her head if he was astute enough to see it buried in the flood of her expressions. “Perhaps a king who is good at swimming,” she laughed for her own amusement. “Perhaps this is why you come to another lake, seeking another beast? Do you swim, northman?” she asked. He was lithe and fit enough to endure wave and wind, but for all his chiseled face, Kemala guessed that he could do little more than float.