Broken Antler Fen cherimoya

Under. . .fish? It reminded her of the fragments of words she'd put together as a child; could this woman not talk right or something? But she offered valuable intel in actions if not in words, and so Lilitu came closer at the silent invitation, looking curious as could be.

Oh, wow! she whispered loudly, seeing a small streak of silver across the bottom of the stream. She knew about fish; there had been a lot in the river that bordered the plateau, and she'd often watched them when the weather was kinder. Hadn't ever taken the risk of catching one herself. That seemed like a recipe for disaster.

But she glanced at Teya, cocking her head. Can you catch them? she asked, as if the woman had been privy to her inner thoughts. She must be able to, or else, why go through the trouble? It sure was cold out here, anyway.