As the last light faded, Sovann stood and stretched. "Alright, Elira, how about a little challenge? Let's see who can catch the biggest fish in the river tomorrow morning."
Elira's violet eyes sparkled with excitement. "You're on! But don't be sad when I win."
Sovann grinned. "We'll see about that."
The next morning, they woke before dawn. The mist hung low over the river, and the air was crisp and fresh. They each grabbed a simple fishing spear Sovann had made.
At first, Sovann was confident, standing still and patient. Elira, however, was quick and daring, splashing and diving with surprising agility.
Sovann tried to keep his cool, but every time he focused on a fish, Elira's laughter echoed as she splashed nearby.
After several slips, misses, and one accidental splash that drenched Sovann again, Elira held up her catch—a medium-sized, shimmering trout.
Sovann sighed dramatically, holding up his own fish. "Okay, you win this time."
Elira teased, poking his side. "Told you! You're slow."
He laughed and grabbed a handful of river water, flicking it at her. "Slow? Maybe… but I'm sneaky."
They ended the morning soaked and laughing, their playful rivalry turning into gentle touches and warm smiles.
As they walked back, Sovann nudged her shoulder. "Next time, I pick the challenge."
Elira smiled, leaning into him. "I look forward to losing again."