Hooked

Astaria leans in close, hissing her next words through gritted teeth. “How dare you? You don’t know me—you know nothing. Who are you to say who and what I like?”

Staevia doesn’t respond immediately. She blinks slowly, considering Astaria as she waits for a response inches from her face. Finally, she says, “You’re right. I don’t know you.” She briefly looks back at the pile of sticks that will become the campfire tonight. “But maybe I’d like to. Our stash of food is getting a little low...would you like to go fishing with me, Astaria?”