Black Morass glowbell [m]

teya had never been called darling before, and the word rattled through her slight figure as if she were reeds at the edge of a lake. this man was daunting in all ways, and yet he responded to her prod only with a good nature and the promise of something else hidden beneath the underside of his tongue.
"maybe i let you do more than this," came her dry retort; young but not so young that she could not see how he had softened, somewhat. "i come to fish," the little raven smiled, motioning toward the darkmurk. whatever sorts of creatures lurked there, she suspected it was more than fish. after all, this vibrant feral land had encapsulated itself into the figure of knyareth.
it would be a lie to say she was not interested; interested in how the mismatched creation of their different bodies might connect. she suspected he thought the same, or perhaps she assumed. she had trespassed and made of this an admission, and he had not seen fit to punish her with teeth.
"i catch but leave them," the violet offered, not needing to devour nor carry off anything she fished from the morass.
it was not hers to take, after all, but maybe at the end of this, kynareth might deliver something else she could bear back to brecheliant.