Reina watched as the man proudly held out his prize, turning at Miryn's voice only to just notice she'd fallen back to her rear once more and shook her head, "Nah, love y' fine. Not as though I did much!" She offered the woman her hand once more and smiled.
Her gaze moved between the polite woman and the proud fool for a moment or two before her gaze narrowed on the man.
Fishing pole still in hand she stepped toward him and swatted at the man, aiming to 'wap' him on the upper arm in a gentle but firm flick of the hand, "An' you! A fine job, m'arse!"
Her hands moved to her hips as she scolded him, "The hells' wrong with you? Shovin' that pole int' the lass' hand! Y' coulda pulled her right under with that wee beast fightin' as it were."
She barked out laugh, "Y' may owe th' lass a meal, lad!"
Her gaze moved between the polite woman and the proud fool for a moment or two before her gaze narrowed on the man.
Fishing pole still in hand she stepped toward him and swatted at the man, aiming to 'wap' him on the upper arm in a gentle but firm flick of the hand, "An' you! A fine job, m'arse!"
Her hands moved to her hips as she scolded him, "The hells' wrong with you? Shovin' that pole int' the lass' hand! Y' coulda pulled her right under with that wee beast fightin' as it were."
She barked out laugh, "Y' may owe th' lass a meal, lad!"
