The female rolled her hips back, muscles rippling as the weight transferred softly. The golden mane flowing in tendrils as she sat back, rocking on the balls of her feet. Balancing while she straightened, the pale virginal silks whispering as she rose, the lilting jingle of bells joining the song of the beast as she pivoted, music in motion. The snap of a hip sending a riot of sound as the liquid flowing gold sprayed out in her wake as she began her crossing of the large hall. Her hips swaying to a natural gait all her own, the song following her, holding her, as the silks caressed and made the movement ethereal. The beast navigated the maze, a sea of Free pillows and slave furs, heading toward the kitchen supply closet.
Her hazel hued eyes flickering beneath the pale sweeping lashes, a soft contented smile holding the full lips when reaching the closet the female paused, opening it to pluck one of the several necessary instruments of her quest. She was to go a-hunting. She would be made a temporary sleen of the seas, her prey? The poor unsuspecting fish along the docks, if they only knew! That impish gleam danced in the hazel hues as she found the lined rod, net, extra line, the small bone hooks, the water cage, and a large bucket and turning for the door, the supplies in tow, last minute a pause, a flicker of a grin.
Setting them down in a liquid flow as the girl turned, the snap and spilling of golden tresses, the lilting dance of bells as she moved upon her toes, that flex of muscle rippling from calve to hip, silent but for that constant bell song that signaled her presence as well as any bosk bell upon a beast in the field, though of a softer, higher and more delicate tone, dancing in the eardrums. sweet in its simplicity. She found a plate of waste bones, left from some of the other girl's cooking. Their future destination no doubt to find the gullets and bellies of fluffy and kitty, those snarling beasts that still held her heart, pink of fur and cute despite their savage carnal smiles.
Plucking two of the smaller bones with meat still clinging to them, she hurried back to her burden and lifting it all into her capable arms, before the willowy curved beast with the thigh kissing mane of the sun's own ink slipped over to the kitchen door. Her feet happy to find the grass of the garden yard, pausing only momentarily to tip her head back, the smell of the rosemary and mint tantalizing the senses with their sweet aromas. She flashed a brighter grin, her dimples pressing within her cheeks, she hurried into motion once more not wishing to tarry over long, around the hold she followed the flow of the breeze, the smell of the salt filling her lungs.
The sea awash with light and mystery as the breeze grew stronger as she approached. The sand now slipping within the patches of grasses, the green thinning until their was none, she heard the cries of the gulls overhead and could not help but laugh. They had spotted with their keen sight, the bosk bones and were already fighting amidst themselves over which among them would get the privilege. As if they had been given the option! She bent and snagged a handful of the sand, tossing it high over head, the laughter bubbling
"Not for you, silly ole biddies! Go nag an ol' turtle!" she flashed them a grin.
And with a show of spirit pivoted with a snap of hip, the spray of gold billowing in her wake, she head down the dock, the wood Warmed by the sun biting into the soles of her feet not pausing until she reached the end. It was there paused placing her burden down, her first effort tossing the cage over the side into the depths, the splash and spray sending droplets across the beast and both a gasp and a giggle as she shivered, the wind kissing each droplet and making the girl smile. such a beautiful thing the Thassa!
She secured the cage's leather thong to one of the docking posts and then plucked up the bones, one particular brave seagull giving her the evil eye for that one. she laughed and struck out her tongue before quickly securing the to strips of string, bitten to length and tossed over the side at different posts, let the crabbies find them, the girl needed to get some bait now. She would deal with the snapping crawlers when she set her lines. thus the girl grabbed the net and hurried back down the docks, the bowl, hooks, extra line, and rod left to the side unmolested for the moment on the clear day. She hurried to the sandier spot of shore, seeing the movement. of waves she couldn't help but smile brighter. The light dancing across the Thassa almost rendering its waters translucent, the movement of the small schools near the shore barely visible, she shook out the net. It was small, having the two separate sides bunched with two different strings, yet able to be tossed and yanked. All the rope snag together to enclose its belly and hold captive the small freshly hatched schools that make such eager advances.
The parents surfing the deeper waters, and then the female did do, the beast slipping into the waters up to her thighs, the tips of the pale silks soaking and clinging to her naval and hips as she watched the schools move to and fro, closer and away, always following the movement of the tide. She breathed slowly and calmly waiting, gauging the distance, and then with a gasp, casting the net to slap the water and yanking in one movement. The spray of gold flowing and dancing, the bells silent below the waters and hauling in the net. She pouted. Too slow unraveling the net she moved slowly deeper, letting the waters his at her hips, the chill making the baby hairs upon her forearms dance upon end. she shivered and straightened the net again. Breathing slowly watching the shadows of the baby schools along the mossy sandy bottom and then with an abrupt toss and yank, the glittering net soared forth. The girl already drawing the net in before it hit the water she felt the fight, the drag, already turning and walking from the waters, she had gotten a fair share of babies. A delighted shriek as she hit the shore, she had caught a small, well small for their breed, speckled fish in the midst of the small school.
A slight triumphal twirl, she turned and hurried down the sandy beach and back onto the wooden deck, the silks clinging with the water on them glistening and the thump of her feet matching the soft fiery song of the bells as she hurried. Golden piggy tails billowing in her wake and the nets holding the catch of fine small baits and that one speckled surprise.
