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Bronco was quite familiar with the lake- and that whole plateau. But he felt it was unimportant to tell her these things as he felt it might dampen her enthusiasm. He felt he still had things to learn from the keen fisherwoman. And the sparkle in her eye drew him back into the keen pupil he’d been in his youth.

The lake had no name. He caught her glance, and shook his head. He remembered joking with childhood friends about naming landmarks; whatever they’d come up with would’ve been laughable and likely a bit inappropriate. 

”Maybe Sorana could come up with a name for it,” He said. ”Pirate Queen Sorana, I mean,” He added with a faint smile. ”I’m no good at naming things,” He admitted. 

He glanced toward the river every so often, wondering if there was much point in checking it for fish. It seemed Teya knew where they were going though, and he looked up to see the landmark ahead. 

”Why is that?” He asked. He’d heard that before, but was curious to know exactly what made those times of day best for fishing. He assumed it had something to do with light and visibility or long shadows, maybe the water temperature. ”Sleepy fish are easier to catch?” That was the fun answer.