It still wasn't quite time for the nice light show that would be the lovely sunset in about thirty minutes. Whenever Morgan had plans, they tried to come early just in case something happened that would keep them from coming in as quickly as possible. The human sighed, stretched their arms a little bit, holding their net back behind them. Whenever they stopped yawning and then looked back down at the crystal clear water, they saw another brown streak going by. The human quickly and reflexively reached out with the net in their strong hand and dipped it into the water, twisting their wrist a bit as they did. They flicked the little fish right out of the water and captured it within their net. It was the same color of brown as the other one, and Morgan was sure that it was another one of those same things. Endymion still watched as if it was incredibly interesting.
Perhaps it was surprising to Endymion that Morgan had been able to capture not only one of those, but two of them successfully in a row. Honestly, it surprised Morgan as well. They had not been 'fishing' since their father had taken them out when they were young. They looked at the pole sheepishly. They weren't sure if they were going to do a very good job casting the line. They hadn't cast line since their father had given them a little kiddie fishing pole that was bright starry colored and glowed. Morgan could still remember, standing there in their too-large life jacket that made them far too uncomfortable, but they understood as an adult was required. They grew nostalgic as they transferred the brown little shark into the water cooler carefully. They were thankful that both of them were small enough to be able to fit. If they caught too many more of these, there'd be an issue.
Endymion walked over to the cooler again, leaning on top of the lip of the cooler again to look down into it. At first, Morgan just assumed that he'd been looking in there in order to see if Morgan had gotten them both in there or something equally as common (children often had issues with object permanence for a long time, didn't they?), but they soon realized that he was observing how the two sharks acted when around one another. Morgan couldn't help but be amused with this, but they turned around anyway, to hold the net out over the water again. They turned over their shoulder to him. "Endymion, please remember ta c-close that w-when you are done." Morgan reminded him. They weren't sure if he would understand it. He tilted his head slightly, and then when Morgan turned around to watch the river again, they heard the distinct noise of the cooler closing behind them.
Morgan was quite impressed with that. They weren't sure at first if he had done it on purpose, but it was quite obvious all of a sudden that he had indeed done it on purpose. "You did good, Endymion." Morgan said, quietly. Endymion makes a soft noise, almost like whispering leaves, below his breath. Morgan wonders if he was slowly trying to test his voice. They couldn't help but wonder what his voice was going to be like, whenever he tried it for the first time. After a little while, Morgan went back to looking at the river again with the net. They were sure hoping that they would catch something interesting soon, if they were going to catch more at all. They were pretty surprised that all of that using a net in the past was coming up useful in the future. They felt a little nostalgic about their old trips with their father.
Their mind kept wondering to those nostalgic days of playing with mud and building little castles as their father tried to fish along the river further downstream. Morgan was always incredibly pleased with their little castles, but it always bothered them how they washed away at the end. Morgan would stare at the wet mounds of nothing whenever they went home with their father. After a while, they stopped making sand castles, and started collecting rocks instead. They still had a few of those rocks, and they were all attached to some really good memories. Morgan realized they were smiling and staring at the water, and there was another quick shape that went by in the water- a fish, and they had missed it! Endymion made a soft noise, getting Morgan's attention just in time for them to notice that they had missed the fish. Ah well, there might be another in the future.
Morgan had not been sure what the fish was when it went by. They just saw the shape of it and cussed under their breath quietly. Endymion steps over to the lip of the rock in front of the river and points at something. "W-what is it, Endymion?" Morgan asked, the young draconic pointed yet again. Morgan followed his claw, and they saw a dark shape against the water. "What is that?" Morgan asked, squinting and knitting their brows. They were completely confused, but they wanted to be able to catch it. It was just outside of their range with the net though, so they had to find a way to get it to come closer. They didn't have to try though, because the thing seemed to come closer to Endymion. "W-well, why don't you look at that!" Morgan said to him. "You g-g-gonna make friends with it, Endymion?"
Jumping up from the surface again, the squirt shot some ink into the water before staring at the strange Draconic. It wasn't like anything it had ever seen before! Sure, the colors seemed right, but what was that shape anyway? Getting a bit closer, it tried to shoot out a tentacle to touch it.
Morgan watched with curiosity. Of course, they were readied with the net, but they didn't reach out to try to get it yet. They were going to let Endymion try, instead of theirself. They figured it would be for the best if he got some experience in, even if Morgan was not able to catch the... Whatever that was, in the end. Though they were going to try at some point. Taking advantage of the thing not paying as much attention to them as it was to Endymion, Morgan readied the net for the chance that they got, whenever it would spring up. Endymion opened his mouth and let out a soft excited squeak, staring down at the inky creature. He waggled his tail, and stared it down and quietly. He didn't touch the creature, it smelled... Off. Maybe dangerous?
He wouldn't know, but of course they were probably poisonous. Instead of touching it, watches it intently instead.
Hmm, that wasn't what the thing wanted, it seemed, and so it got closer still, still trying to reach out with a tentacle to see what it could touch. The fact that it could poison with a touch didn't even cross it's mind. Getting ever closer, it's eyes drifted over the person and the Draconic from time to time to see what it could see.
The thing didn't seem to be too happy that Endymion didn't want to touch it. The human wondered vaguely why, but found out that they suddenly knew what the problem was. Apparently, Endymion could tell that something was wrong with it. They tilted their head quietly, and watched the creature. They were sure that it would dart after that and try to get away, but it did not. Instead, it began to come closer. Morgan held onto the net with both hands, and stepped out one step closer to the edge of the lip of the rock around the river where they were standing. Whenever it got a little closer, Morgan dipped the net into the water a good distance away as gently as possible, trying to get the net to not frighten the creature. When it was in the water, they gently began moving it towards the creature, slowly but surely.
Endymion watched this, his head tilted. He was very curious about both the net and the creature!
It didn't pay attention to the person until the net was completely encircling it, and that's when it let loose more ink and started to thrash, but there wasn't much a little squirt could do, and finally it just simply decided to wait it out, see what happened and it couldn't be too bad, right?
Morgan was able to get the creature into the net, and it went into the cooler. The little shark things seemed quite afraid of it, so apparently it wasn't going to get destroyed any time soon. Morgan looked at Endymion and beamed at him. "W-well, it's time for you to learn a few things." Morgan said, settling down with Endymion. They had a few ideas, one of which was to teach him how to go fishing himself. It was an idea they had gotten a little bit ago back ago that the bout with the little jelly looking thing. Morgan sat down next to Endymion. Morgan looked at Endymion and pointed to his chest. "Endymion." They said, quietly. Then, they pointed at theirself. "Morgan." A few moments passed. They pointed at Endymion again. "Endymion." They repeated. Endymion's bright blue eyes shimmered as he looked between the two of them.
Morgan was sure that Endymion was as smart as a person, but they knew that he didn't quite know their language yet of course. They quietly waited a moment, and went to point at Endymion again. He opens his mouth, closes it again, clacking his teeth together. Morgan's brow furrowed as they considered this, and then they pointed to Endymion again. "Endymion!" They said, grinning at him. Endymion sat quietly, but looked intently at Morgan, as if he was trying to puzzle something out. Morgan pointed to theirself, and said "Morgan." Pronouncing it really well to make sure that he heard it. Finally, Endymion murmured. Three syllables, but Morgan couldn't hear it at all. "Endymion?" Morgan asked.
The small draconic moves forward again, and then points to himself. "Enymen."
It was the most baffling thing that Morgan had heard in a long time. "Endymion!" They said, pointing at him with a smile.
Twilight-Claw: Lol, those puppies are comically cute in appearance! I feel like I might have seen them from somewhere else with their baby stage, but more because of their pudgy stage and short limbs. x3
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