Broken Antler Fen Cup of coffee on rainy mornings

teya found quickly that she had not communicated well.
lele's grasp slipped and then her own. the fin tore, and the fish dove back into the water, battered and slashed but alive. it quickly disappeared from view.
teya let out her breath in exasperation but her expression was light when she looked at her companion. "not even good fishers win every time." it was shameful to lose during a teaching session. but it lent a realism she could not otherwise convey. "next time," teya said, with an apologetic look, "grab fish high on back. skin is thin there. bite hard, break spine."