They started walking along the white sandy beach even while the storm clouds drew closer. Nova used the spear like a walking stick, her kills tied to the sharp end, the fish's eyes glossed over and sad. She looked away, thankful she could not hear fish talk—if fish could talk that is.
She wondered if her gift depended on creatures with sharper minds, that perhaps she could only understand and hear those that were clever. To name a few that were more common were the birds, who constantly yapped, the pervy pink dolphins in the river, and just moments before that crab. She would be put off eating anything living if she could hear them all talk.
Nova shuddered at the thought. Yoa instantly wrapped his arm over her shoulders, though he knew it had nothing to do with the gust of wind rolling in from the sea. Her emotions trickled down the invisible golden string that connected them, the Serakai bond.
