Kintla Flatlands Gone Fishin'

Though his friendly voice confirmed he posed no threat to her, she did not let her guard lower far. Kaihra thought she recognized the boy: his voice, at least, sounded familiar. She took a small shuffle forward, then craned her neck to catch a better view of the boy's prize. But unlike him, Kaihra found little interest in the fish itself, and as she scanned her gaze along the creature's length, she saw none of the beauty he saw in the stillness of its corpse.

She flashed her eyes back on the boy and let her attention take him in. Koda. Committing his name to memory, she bobbed her head in response to his greeting. "Kaihra." came her short response. She did not return his smile, finding they still did not come easy to her face. Instead, she lighted her eyes back on the fish, turning her head ever so slightly as she considered his fishing techniques. "Think you can catch another?" The woman wanted to watch and see his tactics again: primarily, why he'd dug around in the dirt and what he'd found to make the kill with such ease.