Big Salmon Lake voice-bearer

Bronte was receptive to his warmth and reciprocated it without hesitation, which in turn melted away any anxieties he might’ve still held as they brushed noses. The two circled one another, yellow and gold spines creating a sort of yin-yang in their greeting dance.

She returned his compliment, bringing an equal flush to his embarrassed face. Ah, thank you, he said, bashful. I never thought about it, either, now that you mention it. He could, for example, identify himself in a crowd (as weird as that sounded), but he had never been able to see clearly the color of his own eyes. He could only imagine their hue from what others said. I suppose our water-reflections do not do us much justice. I can only hope that I don’t look as silly as I do with all the water rippling!

He could picture it now: all wavy-faced and bulging in odd places. He smiled, taking in her scent. Are you traveling? he asked conversationally.