Silvertip Mountain Sit still, look pretty

Ezekiel was glad that Anita had agreed to take his fish. If she hadn't, he probably would've eaten it himself, which would've made him look rude. Valette gave some friendly advice, which made sense. He preferred his way of fishing, but whatever worked worked. Anita took it well, saying she'd try it next time. After a moment, it seemed the hunt was over. Zeke sighed, looking up towards the sky. The sun was leaving, leaving open the sky for the moon and the stars until it returned the next morning. It painted an abstract design of color on its way out. Night was coming soon, so Zeke thought it a good time to be on his way. 

Anita, here. He said, tossing his fish towards the fiery red girl. He looked from Anita to Valette then said, I'm gonna get going. It was very nice meeting you Valette. Anita. He dipped his head respectfully towards Valette, and an awkward head dip to Anita. He was going to be a gentleman today. With that he picked up his trout and trotted back towards his den in the hollow to eat in peace.

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