Duck Lake sweet dreams

As the boy did just as he’d been told to do, Xan kept a close eye on him. When a shiver ran through him, the albino had noticed and asked, “What? Is the water too cold for you?” It was a genuine inquiry, for he’d not been struck by the same feeling. Sure, it was a bit chilly, but it hadn’t been enough to make him shiver. Perhaps that was due to his northern lineage, or maybe the stranger was just weak against any degree of coldness. Whatever the reason was, he’d shrugged it off shortly afterwards and directed his attention back towards the water.

When asked a question, he’d not lifted his gaze from the water, but had still answered. “We wait.” Patience was key, he’d been taught. “Stay still, and the fish will come to you. Then just aim for the space next to them and—,” he paused, feeling water hit him. From the surface his eyes had been dragged, landing right on the other boy. He shot him a glare before continuing with, “—hope you manage to grab one.” Thereafter, he looked back towards the water and waited. The second he spotted a silvery form moving through it, he lurched toward, submerging his head fully in the water. As he’d risen back up, he used the momentum and his head to send a wave of water flying in his fishing partner’s direction, whilst his jaws remained firmly clamped around the body of a fish. The entire motion had been quick, easily missed should any spectators have blinked. Once it’d reached an end, he stood there grinning around his catch and staring at (a hopefully soaked) Cam.