Wapun Meadow I believed it all, every word you said

Etienne chuckled softly. Sometimes I be t'inkin' i be too patient. I need be impatient sometimes. But den I s'pose I wouldn't be me.

Etienne would have gone fishing with the dragon. He would have enjoyed it. It had been so long since he lost himself in the tedium of fishing. Since he had simply existed near a lazy river or tide pool. Letting the sun settle over ears and paws and face. Dabbling a paw in on occasion to scoop out that which swam beneath.

Etienne watched, closed his eyes only once. He knew they needed to eat, but he always hated hunting. Hated harming something that was so harmless.