Ravensblood Forest parley

meredith snickered softly at firefly’s excitement, her own tail giving a slow wag as she watched him proudly present his catch. not bad, loudmouth, she teased, the nickname slipping out with ease as she nodded toward his flopping prize. guess you’re not hopeless after all.

her gaze drifted to the river, where the shimmering forms of more fish danced just beneath the surface. we should catch a few more, she suggested, her tone shifting to something more practical. take ’em back to camp. can’t have everyone thinking we were out here wasting time. she gave him a sly smile, her eyes glinting with a mixture of amusement and approval.

besides, she added, stepping closer to the water’s edge, can’t let you have all the glory. without waiting for a reply, she waded back into the river, her movements fluid and purposeful, her focus already back on the hunt.

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