Stone Circle a rosebush said: these frosts are wearisome

She listens intently as her mother explains, nodding slightly. It makes sense to her that the fish would be more difficult to catch than regular prey. Her gaze drifts back down to the water, tracking each silvery flash, and she's quiet for a few moments. Can you teach me? She asks finally, looking back at her mother with wide, hopeful eyes. Please? Suddenly she wants to master fishing more than anything else in the world.