Two Rivers Isle i aint never seen so many long faces

after a moment's hesitance, colt joined iseul with a harrumph. easy enough work: he scrubbed the scales free of their muck, pausing from time to time to rinse the snake's body with clearwater.
"i like it well enough, ma'am. not a — not so used t'all th'wet. reckon it'll take me some time to really squat."
"what're yew gonna do with th'skin?" he asked of the reptile. "curious t'know if beatin' them to death improves the hide."
he was teasing, indicated with a little chuckle. there was something downright charming about a river, good company, a fit task, and easy conversation.
that she pleased his eyes was a bonus, a sweet one.