Broken Antler Fen cherimoya

teya tensed as the girl slipped, but there was little need for worry. the scent of the cold beneath the ice dazzled her nostrils, and when her fishing counterpart pulled back, she greeted the child with a grin. "i pull many sticks from under water before i get fish," she sought to assure lilitu.
"sometimes, leaves that are slimy." she sniffed at the thing that the girl had surfaced with, and then placed her soft coolstream gaze upon her companion. "it is all right."
hunting took much time. fishing, the violet had come to realize, took much more. but she would be happy to give another lesson, though she was silent now, waiting for lilitu to speak.