Totoka River It’s Not Much, But It’s Honest Work

Eleuthera seems to find a calm and concentrate on it. Standing there  becoming one with the river. Her movement is still, as is Donovan’s, something that allows even the fish to relax and not see them as a threat. Soon enough the scaly beings are floating towards them, some coming to curiously nibble his own toes. 

His own eyes intentionally watch her expressions, trying to predict when she’ll move. Once she drops her head down into the water, teething looking for a fish, he is sure she’d come back up successfully. She doesn’t though, but female at least is able to get the technique down so he smirks confidently down to her. 

“Very good, dear.” He exclaims. “Once you’ve got that down all you need from here on out in practice. Cal yourself a natural.” He chuckles.

While he is a few meters away from her, the fish haven’t been frightened yet and he sees a rather big one pass by about a foot in front of him. Once more shooting his head into the cool river, he re-emerges with a ten inch long fish. The biggest one, yet still too small for his tastes.

Walking towards the shore he drops th fish close to the others. “Shall we eat?”