Fakir kept his face turned away. It was petty, sure, but Mesut wasn't a child, even if he acted it. But then, he was acting like a colt for not just accepting the apology. But if a grown naga was allowed to merely pout at him after making him slam back into his wagon, surely he was allowed a bit of small revenges? But as the naga leaned against his flanks, he felt his irritation melt away. It was odd how Mesut was capapble of doing that. Was it because he was so childlike? Was it the naive ignorance that made the centaur instinctively protective of him? Maybe he was being manipulated. Still, for now at least, it wasn't so bad. But Fakir had to figure out how to put a stop to it, least it lead to something disasterous.<br/><br/>Before Fakir could correct Mesut to saying he meant larger fish, the naga was off, ready to catch them. He had looked at Fakir with a look the centaur knew well, when a colt was ready to tackle a challenge alone to prove his increasing maturity. The centaur merely snorted in amusement and let Mesut splash around, more than content to remain in the water for now and let the cool water lap at his sore bruises.<br/><br/>As Mesut went from trying to grab the small fish to straight out chasing after them, Fakir was glad to see the wound in his side was no longer bothering him. Or at least had healed enough that the naga could deal with the discomfort. The more Mesut splashed after the fish, who had, even in their limited intelligence, caught onto his game, the more amused Fakir got. He did his best to stifle his chuckles so the naga would not feel it was him being laughed at. It was just quite an odd and foreign sight. For such honorable creatures sequestered away from the world, Fakir had imagined them more dignified and aloof. He didn't think he would splash, frolic and sulk as the fish continued to evade his grasp.<br/><br/>At last, Mesut got the idea to use his body like a net, curling in on himself until any form of escape was cut off from the fish. "Easy there. You worked hard, but so did they. Eat them or leave them alone," Fakir chided, though his voice was empty of the irritation from earlier. He hummed as he cocked his head. "I don't know. As many as you want, I suppose. The stream is larger that way and nature has a way of balancing what has been taken," he said. Perhaps that was oversimplifying it, but the centaur didn't spend much time thinking on the fate of fish. "Mmm, try one and wait a moment to make sure they don't make you sick. But as for me, I'll go get larger fish," he said as he stood, water rushing from his massive body.<br/><br/>"You can help me. Just do what you did with the small ones. Trap the fish with your body. Once they're down that cascade, it will be hard for them to get back up," Fakir pointed to a small cascade nearby. The centaur started to walk off, following the land hill to get to higher ground and disappearing further upstream. Soon, the heavy sound of splashing began to rapidly approach. "Mesut, get ready!" came Fakir's shout, just as medium sized fish flew over the edge of a shallow cliff, flopping wildly in the air before falling back into the water and swimming rapidly towards the naga. Fakir appeared, rushing after the fish and herding them to the snake. If a fish jumped high enough, he would even slap it back into the water.