Qeya River Happy as a lark

failed roll

kivaluk beams with unbridled pride as she praises him; chest puffing slightly. he can't help but showboat it...even just a little bit. he isn't sure he necessarily prefers fishing to what he considers usual hunting, but it's good to know he isn't terrible at it despite that it was largely beginner's luck.

this shows easily enough during his second attempt as he falls flat on his face in the water. he stands up, spitting and sputtering a cross between amused at his own failings and the embarrasment burning in his cheeks.

he trudges out of the river, needing a moment to collect himself. looks like i wasn't so lucky the second time. he grins sheepishly, giving his coat a fierce shrug to dispel the water.