Larksong Grotto bitter sweat and circumstance

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These elegant creatures had each move meticulously planned. Dip, grab eat. Dip, grab, eat. The cycle repeats itself. Marble found great joy in watching them feed.

Now the ducks, her opinion of them is quite the opposite. They’re fowl she’d yet to see, and that’s where her interest in them ends. They’re quite loud, somewhat chaotic. Nothing like the graceful herons. There’s only so much of their quacking she could take.

When she was satisfied with her study, and the ducks were too much to bare, she stood up with a satisfied huff. Marble looked at the man again without a glare this time. He did lead them to the herons after all, so she supposed he’d redeemed himself in a way. She reluctantly huffed again to show her gratitude before turning away from the water.