Re: 04a - The Creek
[Language unknown: "O. K ek utons, O nossmo Wh tin omeng erpe-iesi."] 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: "Mopre wilratfor pre ratkorvor, k sonch maoftr m t sta eeore allverwil caelie il utseai osca urstaita th yinthaerathi st ceet mo asfili evecno, An t ere moac-thil ca wepe pewer nt tein lin m som proichine,"] Ngamurudyin remarks to the newcomer as they head back to camp, fish in tow. [Language unknown: "E ntevirous red ek ec wh ll dayons'ingndewhi evevirnot, ul k ant thiom ha sefion t we fo sonck nt roai are tinredard tic t set, ndsepr n i oerwa she ur. Whi vir la ainonsant lo e, int ate on icaanytio in inioti le th ec k ounomeame. Paast ss beant hewit vir ughlinure."
"Nt sstaat p rirea si nandel roinlime sawil ma eennc si nc, mi mimo fieiwela nttic yin unmoro ai tic,"] she suggests, padding on that way.
[[Please wander on back to the main Blue Mountains thread (04) at this point.]]