Stone Circle a rosebush said: these frosts are wearisome

Her tail starts to wag as soon as she sees her mother's smile, and even the knowledge that Valette is not a particularly skilled fisher does little to dampen her excitement. It does come as a surprise — but she's too young to find this noteworthy yet. Each day she grows, she must discard old notions for new and accept that there are things she doesn't quite understand on her own; it's hardly shocking to find she's wrong again. In fact, it's rather fascinating, and she thinks maybe she likes learning all the ways in which she's wrong about the world.
But there's little time for those thoughts. Her tail beats faster behind her as her mother steps into the water, sending her entire body wiggling forward as she makes to follow. She tries to calm her excitement enough to be still, but it takes her a few moments — and by that time, it's clear the fish have all fled. She glances around, waiting perfectly still; it doesn't take long for her to get a little impatient. Are they gonna come back? She whispers, trying to limit even the movement of her mouth as she speaks so as not to scare the fish.