Totoka River Riding horses cloaked in grey

The pale wisp watched him.

The depths of her gaze trained intently as he had tried to pull a fish from the water. Tenebris had failed, but when the young one lurched into the river current and pulled back, she had succeeded. The knight’s tail wavered twice. She had said that she didn’t know how to fish. It was impressive to catch one on her first attempt.

Never fished before, hm?

Tenebris’ eyes glittered gold, sharp, as though laughing.

The man’s lips did not share this reflection. Nevertheless, he was impressed.