Broken Antler Fen mapledrop

she fished idly in the farthest side of the water. already she had caught a small collection of tiny fish, but her energy for more had not gone away. this was a time of plenty, and teya was unwilling to let it pass.
but eventually she tired, and dragged her catches up along the bank where they would not make it back despite desperate churnings and leaps. pausing to devour one, she looked with interest at the various markings upon the different fish, committing them to memory.