Wheeling Gull Isle in the water

She glowed like a candle at Rokig's praise, eyes lit up from the inside. And the taste wasn't so bad, anyway. She resisted a dance in place, instead settling down to watch Rokig's next attempt. Every small movement had her gaze darting this way or that, and she lurched back instinctively as he struck the water, returning with the silvery creature clasped in his jaws.

"Wow, nice catch!" Maegi exclaimed, flinching as the shower of salty droplets rained down upon her. She shook out her silky pelt, grinning. "Now we're even," she joked, nosing at her catch. At least they had something to show for their afternoon. Some days, she'd learned, fishers weren't that fortunate.

Now it was her turn again, but it took a while for the water to settle after Rokig's attempt, and the fish were presumably hiding (she didn't blame them one bit). Finally, though, one specimen grew brave enough to venture out, slipping gracefully along the rocks and sand lining the shallows. Quietly, Maegi drew herself up to lean over the ledge, mouth poised over the rippling waves. When it drew close enough, she lunged--

--and came up with an empty mouth, the water in her nose burning. She stumbled back and let out an explosive sneeze, then another, blinking in bemusement for a long moment. Maegi looked shyly at Rokig, hoping, praying, he wouldn't laugh at her complete and utter failure.