Don't paint wonderful lies on me that wash away
"Hmm. Perhaps. I've only come into it recently though, so don't expect any miracles."
She dropped to her knees in the bloodstained sands, oblivious to the damp and the dirt staining her white skirts. The way she held the knife was practiced, easy, and after a few experimental passes that taught her how deep and hard to press, she began to remove the scales without too many difficulties.
"Do you fish for a living?" the girl asked, somewhat absently. She didn't look up to see his smiles, focused as she was on the fish.
She dropped to her knees in the bloodstained sands, oblivious to the damp and the dirt staining her white skirts. The way she held the knife was practiced, easy, and after a few experimental passes that taught her how deep and hard to press, she began to remove the scales without too many difficulties.
"Do you fish for a living?" the girl asked, somewhat absently. She didn't look up to see his smiles, focused as she was on the fish.
