Big Salmon Lake great cataclysmic

While she was unsure of the words the stranger spoke, her tone was assuring, and indicated patience. Patience was Rebekka's lesser quality. Yet, she wanted nothing more than the taste of fish on her toung, which far exceeded her reluctance to the water and the measures needed to obtain the fish itself. This time, she attempted again, taking her actions in gentle strides. Through blurry waters did she see the small ripple of a fish, her eyes trained willfully on it's frame as it floated towards her own position. By it's own accord did she lean forward, her nails at the ready as she waited for a closer proximity in which to strike. And she did so, her limbs outstreached, feeling her nails meet the water and sink into the scaled object below. Yet, she could not manage to latch on long enough to capture the fish in a secure position, instead, it slipped out her grasp in a fit of water. Desperation began to climb as she watched it's trail of blood float farther and farth away, yet there was an option. She could go in after, suffer from her impending fear of drowning, or let get away, the fish she had tried and failed to obtain.

Rebekka backed away from the water, deciding a stupid fish was not worth her time and breath. "Have it," She signalled to the stranger as the fish made it's was closer to the female's position. While Rebekka was more of a selfish persona, she seen no point in letting the meal go to waste, and she did not wish to watch as the female capture her own failure. She turned away, her water soaked feet squishing as she walked with humility, in the direction of Drageda's territory.