Duck Lake what do you see

Goldry gritted his teeth and furrowed his brow, but he couldn't hide the impish grin tugging at his lips. She was so damn condescending—it was refreshing; invigorating, even. More than that, her words gave him tremendous relief, and the tension building in his shoulders and neck started to melt away. His expression softened and he nodded once in acknowledgement.

However, his tiny grin evaporated when she introduced herself, and it was replaced by a quirked brow and slightly canted head. Daughter of no one important? What was the history there? Was she simply an illegitimate child, an orphan, or had she disowned her family? Perhaps contrary to her original intent, Goldry's curiosity piqued and her history became something of a magnet of interest. Feeling it was inappropriate to ask for her life story, however, he said nothing. His expression fell back into one of mild amusement and caution as a moment of silence was shared between them.

While she scratched an itch, they both took the opportunity to scan the environment. Goldry saw much of the same, since he had been in the lake's vicinity all day. Nothing interesting stood out to him. The ducks were gone or hiding in the reeds at the far side of the lake. The tranquil water rippled once or twice as biting fish caught their evening meals. Somewhere along the lakeshore, a cricket started chirping.

He looked at Aguta.

"I'm not sure," he said. "I think it's called Duck Lake. A large flock lives here, but I think you scared them all away." This time, his own yellow eyes sparkled in jest. "Are you always so reckless in unfamiliar territory?"