saiden
Grinning as Weaver plopped into the sand beside him, Saiden rolled onto his side to face her. He didn't mind the sight of her in the slightest, as evidenced by the way his eyes roamed over her body. Nor did he mind his own sweat or the sand coating his skin: they were simply signs of a hard day's work.
At her question, though, he laughed, the sound bright and cheerful. Standing up, he reached down to grab his catch with one hand. He held out the other to her, if she chose to accept his help standing. "This is a tuna. An ahi tuna, to be more specific. Hence the name of the coast."
At her question, though, he laughed, the sound bright and cheerful. Standing up, he reached down to grab his catch with one hand. He held out the other to her, if she chose to accept his help standing. "This is a tuna. An ahi tuna, to be more specific. Hence the name of the coast."
