Redtail Rise sonata

There would be no talking. That was fine. Ashlar had attempted a few times, while he was watching them, to kick up conversation. Maybe they would speak when they were older, when they were ready. Maybe they never would. It was hard for him to understand, and this lack of understanding was the only part that made him worry. He would be so unhappy if he couldn't share his thoughts with the ones he loved.

He led her until he found a place that looked promising, with shallow water and a small sheen of plant life on the surface. The water was collected and still here, set apart from the flow. He bet there were some lurking among the green.

You'll see their eyes. They keep them above the water, even when the rest is underneath. Ashlar said softly, then began to look. Whoever found one first, he would let Masquerade be the one to try and catch it.