Cassiopeia's View goldlimb

the girl had not long approached the surface when her attention was commanded by another: a tall young stranger with a coat that glimmered whitely. yet as she approached, tail waving in immediate interest, teya saw that he held moonsilver at his points and a pair of soft greenleaf eyes. pretty. her current wickedness smacked delightedly in her, and the violet halted in front of the younger.
"you come to fish?" the raven lilted, drifting away from him into the shallows. here she wet her pelt to the shoulders, then glanced at the boy again, lifting her chin to invite him closer. in truth, the violet would fish; but who could turn away when the quarry was less aquatic? "i teya," the murmured, curious.