Broken Antler Fen cherimoya

a curious voice sounded nearby, and teya looked up sharply. expression softened when she saw that it was a child who had arrived, and one she knew, resembling the woman she assumed to be mother. "under, fish," teya murmured, opting for two words rather than a long struggle through a sentence.
she returned to pressing down, though glanced at the growing pup in the next moment. would you like to see? she flicked in an eartip gesture, a gentle incline of her head toward the water. a good skill to be known; teya suspected she had learnt it from her uncle, though he had taught her so few memorable things that she could not know.