Firestone Hot Springs Talgar

Nazair’s furrowed brow and slightly tilted head were not nearly adequate expressions of his confusion.

This thing was like a riddle Lauren, waiting for unwitting passersby to creep near its bridge before it darted out and baffled them with winding riddles and rhymes. Such stories were not familiar to the young man. If he had known of them, he would have suspected that this fast-talking creature was the perfect inspiration.

Do you… like fish? he inquired. Nazair was fairly certain it had asked him if he had been “fish-catching.” He hadn’t, of course, but he was curious if the bridge Lauren was hungry for the swimming prey.

I can uh- I can catch you one? You catch me a rabbit. We can trade.