Delta smiled as she repeated him, slowly sounding the words out as she gestured between the two of them respectively. He affirmed it with a nod, strangely proud that the kit had caught on so fast. Slowly but surely it seemed that she was beginning to understand, and she looked between him and the fish with a thoughtful gaze as Delta ran the previous words she'd uttered through his head. Woda, thosti, swima, wing, those were pretty easy to understand, but they wouldn't get him far.
His thoughts were interrupted by a question from the aforementioned kit, whose attention had settled on parsing the meaning of his clumsy pantomiming. Swima meant fish, and while choj op was unfamiliar, the growling of her stomach suggested they related to eating. You eat fish? Was that the question?
"Yes!" he answered, nodding again. Was nodding something universally understood? No matter, the more pressing issue now was to catch the fish; just to be safe. The few mouthfuls of minnows he'd snagged on the swim here had sated his own hunger, but a large fish such as this could prove the perfect meal for the starving kit. He stood and stretched his stumpy legs, dark eyes focusing on the water again as he dug his claws into the gravel and wriggled his haunches in preparation to dive. Just this short time outside of the stream had left him antsy, bouncing between discomfort at the sensation of his oily pelt drying, and constant fear that he'd be eaten at any moment. He paused however, when he noticed that the kit was staring at him again with a determined expression. She repeated herself and began to point; labelling, perhaps?
Flapas, Swima, Woda. Flapas, Swima, Woda.
Fish, water...and the first was fly? Wings? The little cat blinked and hesitantly rose up from his crouch, gingerly lifting his own paw and pointing towards the kit's draping wings, then towards the fish, and then towards the stream as a whole again as he clumsily repeated her.
"Flahpaz, swima, wodah. Flapas, sweema, woda?" those were translations, then? Should he offer her his own? Again, he pointed at the items in order. "Flapas wings, swima fish, woda water," he said, half repeating it to himself just to make sure he didn't forget. He gave her a nervous smile, worry writhing in his belly at the thought that he may have been getting it wrong, but the sound of another splash jerked his attention back down to the water. The fish had jumped again, not knowing the danger of drawing such attention to itself, and was now lazily swimming off downstream. Delta couldn't afford to wait much longer, and he swiped his tongue across his muzzle as anticipation buzzed through his paws.
"Wait, please. Cho ohp swima," he said, and with a quick kick off the bank, his lithe form slipped into the water with hardly a ripple.
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DICE ROLL: Sneak
IF SUCCEED: Delta successfully takes the fish by surprise and kills it, clumsily resurfacing from the stream and dragging it out onto the bank to drop at Isara's paws. He backs away then and gestures towards her and then the fish respectively with a sopping wet paw.
"Cho ohp swima?"
IF FAIL: Delta is too loud and too slow to catch up to the fish. Electing to not leave Isara behind to chase it for who knows how long, he swims back and pokes his head above the water, looking dejected.
"Swima too fast. Sorry, catch smaller swima?"
His thoughts were interrupted by a question from the aforementioned kit, whose attention had settled on parsing the meaning of his clumsy pantomiming. Swima meant fish, and while choj op was unfamiliar, the growling of her stomach suggested they related to eating. You eat fish? Was that the question?
"Yes!" he answered, nodding again. Was nodding something universally understood? No matter, the more pressing issue now was to catch the fish; just to be safe. The few mouthfuls of minnows he'd snagged on the swim here had sated his own hunger, but a large fish such as this could prove the perfect meal for the starving kit. He stood and stretched his stumpy legs, dark eyes focusing on the water again as he dug his claws into the gravel and wriggled his haunches in preparation to dive. Just this short time outside of the stream had left him antsy, bouncing between discomfort at the sensation of his oily pelt drying, and constant fear that he'd be eaten at any moment. He paused however, when he noticed that the kit was staring at him again with a determined expression. She repeated herself and began to point; labelling, perhaps?
Flapas, Swima, Woda. Flapas, Swima, Woda.
Fish, water...and the first was fly? Wings? The little cat blinked and hesitantly rose up from his crouch, gingerly lifting his own paw and pointing towards the kit's draping wings, then towards the fish, and then towards the stream as a whole again as he clumsily repeated her.
"Flahpaz, swima, wodah. Flapas, sweema, woda?" those were translations, then? Should he offer her his own? Again, he pointed at the items in order. "Flapas wings, swima fish, woda water," he said, half repeating it to himself just to make sure he didn't forget. He gave her a nervous smile, worry writhing in his belly at the thought that he may have been getting it wrong, but the sound of another splash jerked his attention back down to the water. The fish had jumped again, not knowing the danger of drawing such attention to itself, and was now lazily swimming off downstream. Delta couldn't afford to wait much longer, and he swiped his tongue across his muzzle as anticipation buzzed through his paws.
"Wait, please. Cho ohp swima," he said, and with a quick kick off the bank, his lithe form slipped into the water with hardly a ripple.
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DICE ROLL: Sneak
IF SUCCEED: Delta successfully takes the fish by surprise and kills it, clumsily resurfacing from the stream and dragging it out onto the bank to drop at Isara's paws. He backs away then and gestures towards her and then the fish respectively with a sopping wet paw.
"Cho ohp swima?"
IF FAIL: Delta is too loud and too slow to catch up to the fish. Electing to not leave Isara behind to chase it for who knows how long, he swims back and pokes his head above the water, looking dejected.
"Swima too fast. Sorry, catch smaller swima?"