Lone Star Mountain Everything's got a moral, if only you can find it

sorry for the wait!

Her question went unanswered, and since she was more likely to be agreeable than stubborn, especially in moments of discomfort, she didn't ask again. 

The dark woman asked her a question instead, and Arielle looked out over the water before letting her gaze drift upward to the stranger. She shook her head. N-no, she answered softly, clearly a little nervous. I was exploring. She swallowed as she worked up the nerve to ask another question. W-what is fishing? she asked hesitantly. She racked her brain for any times she might have heard the word, but she couldn't remember—not now when she was so unsure about everything,