"Girl, I am hungry. Are you sure you don't want to help them? It might take more than thirty minutes for them to catch enough for us." Jethru grumbled. He nudged Lara, who reluctantly stood and headed to the stream.
"Sis, look. I managed to catch one." Gideon blurted out excitedly, raising a wooden spear with a fish at the end. With a smug smile on his face, he looked at Percival, who missed all of the fish he targeted. Even Abel and Barett have already caught one each.
Bener fared better. He caught four. He was part of the elite eagle team after all.
"Weren't you trained in handling spears before?" Lara asked, curious as she was aware that all the Norse siblings had been trained in various kinds of weapons as early as six.
Percival's face flushed with shame. Indeed, they were trained, but because Peridur loved to read books, he was dragged along, and they spent less time training. Additionally, the fish as really quite small and agile.
