line drive
"Nibble," muttered Fiora, drawing circles with the disappearing midpoint of her line.
"What's that?"
Rex's voice was multilayered, some low and some high. It was anyone's guess where a sentence would start, then end, and Rex was top-bidding contestant.
You didn't have to talk during fishing, though.
No, you let the bait do the talking.
Not a word.
"Nibble nibble," said Fiora again, apparently conjuring manifestation. They were little circles, like the roll of a wrist. Fiora did those too.
At Rex's continued confusion, she said it one more time, then pinched two fingers and nipped him in the side.