Re: 04a - The Creek
[Language unknown: "Ss. E ious und, Ro hopori O thom maure onsiouoveate."] Ngamurudyin murmurs back, shifting easily from words to a quiet humming under her breath, cajoling the spirits of fish and this swift water to be generous. What she's seen is not quite clear, save that her attention is drawn to a flicker of shadow in the deep lee of a rock.
Her rough spear plunges, heron-swift through the bright and shadowed flickers of the current and into the depths. Then she's kicking a big, bleeding greenfish off the prongs left-footed to batter the bank beside Ngarungadurung, dancing back two steps and spear-thrust-flicking one startled crayfish, then, astonishingly, another, back over to the killing-spot. She surveys the bounty of these few deep breaths' worth of fishing and seems satisfied, crouching to touch the clear water a moment in sincere thanks.
"Well there, we're set for Friday meat," Murphy remarks, duly impressed. He goes in search of his ungathered clothing and relieves Jack of the infant to let him do likewise.
[Language unknown: "Ta tinestwas plich ughentver, ng ure oulwilhat an ss evdi lopo tioillcon endiio m eauwilder li ereavestires hi tinstramethe ro plart n ouurca tedlatoul, U t cath manortthulat sonon usus itwit ec men eau o ncepl ndiest,"] Ngamurudyin remarks to the newcomer as they head back to camp, fish in tow. [Language unknown: "Ar ilarbe eila et e a roun adondipelo eraureset, os k ort tiowa newe enieal ri k was tra maet ica utnc beriev ameec t rut, omevorvir io o it ulee lo. Ardon ek ouhas ortanyson ti at, anev iola o naosek ar stalathas si ma any p andcomect. Sstio me at ere men satemo."
"Il ounectkor an ioal n lletec evololck out ch conur nt ing, ol evous nariekou res liar alntto p has,"] she suggests, padding on that way.
[[Please wander on back to the main Blue Mountains thread (04) at this point.]]