saiden
Reaching out, Saiden took the fish. Laying it on the ground, he slipped his knife out of its sheath, then shifted so he was kneeling over it. Then he rapped it, hard, just above its eyes. The movement was quick and practiced looking, and the tuna immediately stilled, stunned by the blow.
He glanced up at the woman briefly. ”Hels. Close cousins to seagulls, but they let you walk on water.” There were always a few about, so he scanned the sky before pointing one out to her.
Then he went back to the fish, cutting along the main artery. ”Know how to clean a fish?” The question came out a little distractedly.
He glanced up at the woman briefly. ”Hels. Close cousins to seagulls, but they let you walk on water.” There were always a few about, so he scanned the sky before pointing one out to her.
Then he went back to the fish, cutting along the main artery. ”Know how to clean a fish?” The question came out a little distractedly.
