Flavia looked up. “Pardon?”
“The face on the surface of the water is beautiful,” Dael said quietly. “You keep destroying it.”
At first, Flavia was confused; then a cautious smile settled over her features.
“I’m trying to catch a tadpole,” she said.
Dael didn’t know the word, and Flavia explained with gestures and sound effects. Eventually, Dael realized she meant a baby frog.
“They’re tiny,” he said, peering into the fountain.
“Makes them hard to catch,” Flavia said, and met his gaze briefly before turning back to the water.
Dael said, “Size isn’t everything,” and lifted an eyebrow.
Flavia laughed.
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