Meadowlark Prairie countess

Nephele leaned back, face split with a deep, deep frown.

Yeesh.. She said after a moment, eyes still locked on the water. Maggie’s movement made her start, briefly, ready to scrabble up and take off if need be. Of course, all that happened was she ended up staring at a fish flopping on the bank, before her own blues went back to the water.

Dont laugh if I fail. She warned playfully, slipping up onto her toes and peering into the water. After a moment, she lashed out, scooping a fish up, but proceeding to fumble it and ending up with the fish back in the water, and her face wetter than before. 

...Well that was...something.