Qeya River Happy as a lark

failed roll

really? he ask; though her own failure to catch a fish after his failed attempt did make him feel a little better. it eased the sting of failure to know that adults didn't do everything perfect all the time either. he lets out a small giggle — that to his credit he tries to stifle — as she falls upon her bottom in the shallows. he trudges back in, ready to try again.

he watches a shadow of a fish with notably less patience than he'd had while first trying and when he feels confidence, he leaps. the fish escapes his grasp and he lets out a small huff; patience having ran it's thin course. he wades back out of the water, giving his coat another shake.

i think i'm done with fishing for a while. he announces, not liking that he's given up but the sting barbs and needles at him all the same and he was growing tired; energy expelled.