Lark After being rescued by her new owner, Lark had mixed feelings. She was both furious and grateful for the slob for pulling her out of the water and putting a splint on her broken ankle. And the fish was nice. Cooked food was something Lark never had before. It was nice to be by a fire, wrapped in a warm blanked and to have someone to take care of her but she still didn't like her new accommodations.
"Lark!" a voice called from the distance.
Lark. She hated her new name.
"Lark! I brought you some more food and a blanket!"
It was the human. The human who fished her out with a net, dragged her onto shore and claimed the hydrolisk as a
pet. What favors did she think to gain by spoiling her now?
The human was a tall female. Her hair was long and dark brown and her eyes were a shade of light grey. Her tunic came down to the middle of her thighs and her pants were baggy. Her boots were hung over the fire to dry and her fishing hat was set beside a sitting stump. Her face was long and her features were sharp but you could still see the kindness through her sharp, intelligent eyes.
"You know," the human said, "I haven't even told you my name yet. Would that help you like me?"
Lark hissed.
"My name is Kezune. That's Keh-zoon. It's a boy's name but it's mine. Just like your name is now 'Lark'."