Ugly post...
Fishing was not her forte. In fact, she wasn't good at the task at all! Instead of catching a fish, she managed to be far more wet than she appreciated. The chill of the early spring left her shivering as she clambered back upon the shores. Damn fish. Damnable, flapping, scaled fish. If Amata could do it, why couldn't she? Amata was much more a frail flower than her aunt, but perhaps that gave her an advantage. Ghita, after all, was far more used to hunting the beastly critters of the hills and forests. Fishing held a nuance that she, as the brash woman that she was, did not seem to have. Air puffed out past her black-lined lips, an angered sigh as she tossed wet hair from her line of sight. She needed to figure it out before the festival that she and Mati had discussed came to light. They'd need food, after all.
The call that reached her ears left her curious and appalled at the same time, though where she had heard it before didn't cross her mind. With a grunt, she rose from the ground, healed leg causing her to limp as she sought out the source. Around the edge of Rabbit Lake she went, turquoise eyes watching carefully for anyone who might have come to join them. Since Denali's death, Ghita had taken an offensive position with outsiders, though she did not often meet them. This caller, however, was not an outsider of the usual sense. As she neared the border, she caught sight of the black-and-white woman who stood over the boundary. She had met this thing before, when the woman brought a book for her Aro. Nayru, of Dahlia de Mai. Ghita grimaced briefly before approaching.
"You again. Aro isn't here." It could have been a lie. Much to Ghita's dismay, her older son had not been so interactive with his family. She attributed it to growing up, but it left her uneasy. Perhaps it was simply a mother's way to not want to see their children age; something in her hated that he was an adult in the world. This woman reminded the Marino of that fact. "What do you want here?" It wasn't meant to be rude, but she knew it would be how it sounded. Her arms crossed.
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