“Look what I’ve found!”
The Baron’s son held up some sort of insect. Dahlia wasn’t bothered by it, though it didn’t interest her too much. Winter looked disturbed, though all she did was frown. Summer gasped, gripping at her sister’s skirts. The gasp was high pitched though. That was more likely to make Dahlia wince.
Golden looked outwardly disturbed. “That’s gross. Put that down.”
“I’m not hurting it.”
“But I will if you don’t get it away from me.”
“I think it would be happier on the ground,” Winter added, pushing some of her hair out of her eyes.
The Baron’s son frowned, but then walked off with it to put it somewhere else. Dahlia got up and followed after, to watch as he put it back on a plant. “Why do you like bugs so much?” Dahlia asked.
“I like a lot of things. But showing people fish is harder to do.”
“This is the fishing capital of… well, everywhere.”
That was true. “Could you show me fish?”
She wasn’t sure what made her ask, but he smiled and Dahlia decided she didn’t really mind having asked.