[color=black]Quinnlash[/color] shrunk when Quinn came close, curling tighter, angling her pole away like she thought it might be taken from her. Her eyes followed the line Quinn cast out onto the water, watched it [i]plunk[/i] beneath the surface and settle. For a long few moments it seemed like there might not be anything in the lake at all, that perhaps [color=black]Quinnlash[/color] was denying her. Did she expect to aggravate her? To goad her into another argument? 

No. Quinn could feel that wasn’t the case. The air was warm, the water still and gentle. The sounds in the air were those of happiness, and the unseen dawn promised a long day before the dark returned. No, there was no fight to be had here, tonight.

Quinn’s lure bobbed. [color=black]Quinnlash eased.[/color] Her face was still scrunched into a moody pout, and it didn’t seem like she wanted to hear any excuse or explanation. It was like she’d been denied something herself. Like she’d worked so hard, waited so long, only to come up empty-handed. 

But then Quinn mentioned [i]them[/i]. The good “them”. 

“[color=black]They didn’t, though,[/color]” she said, not so much upset as she was confused. “[color=black]They thought we had the right idea before. You changed their minds. It shouldn’t have been so easy—it’s not fair. We’re [i]good[/i], aren’t we? We…we didn’t do anything wrong. Why does it feel like we did something wrong?[/color]”