Duck Lake would you light my candle?

her company wasn’t a sure fisherman either, though he’d lived by the coast. Seemed a bit contradictory, to be borne to water and not know how to live off of it, and while Saucy secretly judged him a little, she had no right to. She didn’t even know the basics of fishing, and had practically scared away anything of value in her vicinity. Yeah but they don’t taste as good, she said in response to what he said about crabs, my dad was a fishing wizard, wish he’d taught me.

She looked down to the water, let out disappointed grunt, and started back towards the shore where the dark male stood. She reached the edge of the lake and hopped out, giving her snowy pelt a thorough shake. Once she was less damp and rather fluffy, she turned to face the male with icy blue eyes. Saucy, you? she asked, with an easygoing grin on her face.