Wheeling Gull Isle Two Storms

her cheeks flush an uncomfortable heat at the boy's stifled amusement, glancing away as he did. not out of embarrassment, though. a part of her wished to see more of his smile, but she wouldn't press as the topic moved onto a lesson in sea life.
i met a woman named minnow. she says in between judah's lecture. i didn't know it was a fish. what did her name mean, then? what did his?

the scallop he presents to her shatters into hard chunks, and before racharra could even think he slurps up the meat callously. its slime hits her nose as the temptation to throw him into the pool boils then quickly simmers — he'd just take all of the scallops for himself if she gave in to her hunger rage. and in the end, these were his pools that she was playing around in. she shrugs it off with the roll of her eyes and the bat of her lashes before diving back inside. not without turning this little hunting lesson turned into a hunting competition.

she's careful to not inch too close to the hermit crabs or the needleballs, and it takes her a moment of exploring the pool before yanking out her own scallop. but she would not show judah. racharra turns around and indulges in her catch almost just as quickly as he had with his.
you're next. her tail thumps against the floor.