She had found herself thinking of the Russo man more and more lately. She was almost getting used to the way he made her stomach flutter. It no longer filled her with the self consciousness it had. At least not as badly. She tied the bag of jerky to the belt seated loosely on her hips. She shook her head and laughed. What does fishing have to do with drowning? She looked up from the string of the leather pouch to see him knocking on the trunk of a tree. She cocked her head to the side. And what's that about? The grin still in place on her maw with laughter in her eyes.
Secretly she had been hoping that he would come and take her to the sea sometime. Living a landlocked life she had no ties to the sea, but he had turned her curiosity towards. It was only because of him she had any desire to know the ocean. She would be just as happy with her seas of grass and a horse for a vessel. Lead the way, Captain. She wrinkled her nose and pushed her tongue out slightly between her teeth.
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