Said with a lilt, chest high and chin lifted with definitive pride. Just as aana might have said something of the sorts.
Nutuyikruk stepped to Aivar’s side, but not so close that the water could reach up and drag her into its deeps as stormboy may have. “Is what my aana would say, at least. Or something of those strange sorts.”
Shadows in the water fled from the rivers center and into the shallow, fins emerging from the water in small shiny lines that touched against the hides. Bits of frosted flesh peeled off in milky red hues, a beckon for other fish to close in and do the same. A little army under the surface.
“A family secret I learned, some time ago. From my heartvillage.” Oh, to be just a little fish.. “They pick from the meat and leave behind a clean skin so that it will not rot under sun or catch the nose of bears. They make good for trading. And wonderful naps.”
