Ouroboros Spine lxi. you blinded me

"A fair bit, just purging the den of the sick smell," Lótë agreed with a slight crinkle of her nose, peridots flashing down to glance at the pelts in question. The herbalist couldn't wait to rid her home of the bitter scent. Her gaze returned to Aiolos' with interest as he answered, not as familiar with the difficult form of aquatic hunting.

"I see. There were streams and rivers in my homeland but I had not seen the sea until I arrived here," Lótë admitted, tension winding beneath her chest bone. She so rarely spoke of her birthplace that she had forgotten the ever careful sensation of not revealing too much. "Your trade is different though, yes? What was your chosen skill if not fishing?" 

"I hadn't," the dove admitted with a chagrined smile as sunman offered her the fish. "Thank you." The cloudberry stretched out and tucked into the fatty meat of the brim, content to break from her task for a time in order to eat and converse with the red he-wolf.