Kenza
She's looking at much the same thing: the line dipping into the waves, wondering about whatever mysterious load is attached at the other end. For a girl of the coast she's a surprisingly shitty fisher. Several attempts have been made to correct this, but she just seems incurably bad at fishing. Fruit and growing things are more her forte.
"I mean, yeah, I suppose," she answers rather nervously, taking her eyes off the line (and off the merman too; he's enchanting in that merfolk way and she's not sure how she feels about it) and dropping it to her fish basket. "I know the right people to trade with." It's a bit of a mumble accompanied by a tortured wring of her hands in the flowing material of her skirt before she self-consciously tries to smooth it out again.
Why are you doing this again? The blush creeps over her cheeks. She's not usually embarrassed about her poor fishing skills—it's just having to correct his assumption. That's what does her in. She's already failing to live up to his expectations.
Maybe you should run away, before it gets worse? Nah, she's too invested in this bloody fish he's got, letting her guilty eyes return to the swell of the bountiful sea.
"I mean, yeah, I suppose," she answers rather nervously, taking her eyes off the line (and off the merman too; he's enchanting in that merfolk way and she's not sure how she feels about it) and dropping it to her fish basket. "I know the right people to trade with." It's a bit of a mumble accompanied by a tortured wring of her hands in the flowing material of her skirt before she self-consciously tries to smooth it out again.
Why are you doing this again? The blush creeps over her cheeks. She's not usually embarrassed about her poor fishing skills—it's just having to correct his assumption. That's what does her in. She's already failing to live up to his expectations.
Maybe you should run away, before it gets worse? Nah, she's too invested in this bloody fish he's got, letting her guilty eyes return to the swell of the bountiful sea.
