Cordelia tried very hard to understand what Dylan was
telling her. The ice would cover the surface and stop it from mixing with the
rest of the lake.
She twitched as realization struck. “The ice covers the
entire surface?” Nothing like that happened in the ocean. There was too much
surface. A lake was smaller, so maybe that was possible. And she thought the
banks were closing in on her before. Imagine if there was no surface either.
“Yep. Sometimes it gets so hard to breathe that we kill some
of our fish.”
Cordelia didn’t say anything else, just kept pace with
Dylan, heading to the reeds. She didn’t know she was hungry until she saw him
munching. She grabbed the first plant at hand, chewing mechanically.
“Who’s there? Who’s there?” A tiny figure came darting
toward them. Cordelia thought it was a fish until he got close enough for her
to make out his tiny arms and face.
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