Oystercatcher Tide Pools absolute misery

there seemed to have arisen a stalemate of sorts. the non-fish prey was... well, it wasn't abundant. the trio relied on mei's fishing skills for sustenance. when spring came, ying was determined to pick up the slack, but for the time being, there wasn't much for her to do. 

she'd followed after her sister, wandering from a short distance. there came a collection of pools and with it, another foreign boy. ying's heart fluttered with excitement as she ran to catch up. 

her arrival came at the end of his reply. turning to mei, she said, they talk like this. — a pause — 不像我们那样. the boy was beautiful, painted in an array of reds and browns. it was a colorful contrast to their own grayscale coats. i am ying. who are you? she asked, eyes wide as she waited.