Rising Sun Valley ﹌ Kilvan

tey’gan’s laughter rippled through the water, deep and warm. he shook his head, droplets flying as he lifted the fish higher in his grasp before dropping it onto the shore with a wet thud.
and you— he grinned, watching her movements with amusement, move like a txay'kalu.
the imagery was clear—a baby seal, wriggling and uncertain in the water, but with potential. she had the grace of the land, not the sea, but he could see how she learned, how she adjusted.
it is good you have me, then. his tail flicked beneath the water, propelling him closer until the space between them was near nonexistent. i will teach you to fish, to hunt in the water as i do.
he could not imagine a life without the sea, without the hunt beneath the waves. it was a gift to be able to share it, and she—she was willing to learn.
first, he moves deeper into the rapids, but searches for something— ah! a budding lily pad flower. he nips the bud clean from the root and chews it. then, he wrings the oils as it drips from his tongue, lathering it onto his neck, shoulders. bath.