Chapter 26: Fishing
Ravel saunters over to the edge of the bank, yelps, and backpedals. Cadence laughs.
I drop into a defensive crouch, not that it will do much good if the monsters come after us, but the rearing necks and flicking tails subside when we show no further movement.
Ravel scuttles back several steps, breathing fast. Then he dusts himself off. “So, about lunch.”
“You could try fishing,” Cadence cackles. I snort.
His affected nonchalance fades into a cautious grin. “I take it I wasn’t in any danger?”
We laugh harder.
He rolls his eyes and scuffs off to dig up something to eat from the pack. I let him forage for himself this time.
He tosses me an apple. It bounces across the road and over the bank. The splashing that follows is louder and goes on longer than a single piec
