Day or Night

"Πολύ καλή," he said with a smile, "Μπορείτε να μάθετε γρήγορα." In no time, she would be snapping up fish left and right. Of course, even if she had not been able to catch a fish, Spyridon could hardly blame her. Fishing was tricky business, and he had learned over time that those who did not grow up doing it had a more difficult way with it. It was the same way Spyro had not grown up with the common tongue. The sisters had shielded him from learning it, believing that a consort was better off not communicating with the outsiders.

Satisfied that she was doing well with this, Spyridon moved to another, larger, deeper pool a few hundred feet away. Here were larger, stronger, and faster fish, and the water came up to his elbows when he stepped into it. Once again, he glanced to the girl, then plucked a meaty fish from the waters after the waiting game. This one was larger, perhaps a foot from nose to tail, and it thrashed so wildly Spyro feared he might lose an eye. He bit down hard, the thrashing subsided, and he trotted to the side of the tidepool with his prize. This one was to be for the cache, and so he set it on the ground, then motioned toward the fishing pool. It was her turn, now.

The girl did as she was bid, and Spyro nodded approvingly. But either she had grown bored, or she was simply done with fishing, for she soon departed. Spyro's tail waved gently as he watched her disappear, and he went back to work, plucking three more fish from the larger pool.