Silver Creek sail

Dash thanked whatever gods still watched over him that the woman wasn't a fisher herself-- that meant she was a whole lot less likely to pick up on his outrageous bullshit. 

She grinned and giggled at him, and Dash lit up at such.. feminine attention. His sisters giggled at him pretty much constantly, but somehow it had never felt quite like this. 

"You most certainly can, Little Miss," he replied with confidence, turning toward the creek with a deep breath in. He eyed the boulder that was closest to where he had flung the bone, and then he leaped.

As he settled on the boulder, he turned back over his shoulder. "You won't be able to see from all the way over there, I'm afraid..." His grin turned rather sheepish at that point. If the woman took the invitation and joined him on the boulder, they would have to get awfully close to avoid slipping into the creek.