Wheeling Gull Isle kasta

"crabs," the spiderling listed errantly, "little fish, i think i saw a turtle too."
"i can try." she motioned towards the pool. that little fish that was taunting her so flagrantly. she rolled her shoulders, arched her neck, in a more steadfast posture she took before now that she had a spectator.
lady luck would be on her side when she striked. it wriggled violently in her mouth. she crushed it's spine. she couldn't really believe it herself.