Night had crept over them as they talked quietly, and soon the night insects began to chirp and drone.  On the river there weren't many bugs, but after a short while, there was an odd kind of slapping splashing off to the left of the raft, in the deeper portion of the river.  The moon peeked over the edge of one of the nearby mountains, and flashes of silvery scales could be seen.<br/><br/>It seemed the fish sensed the few bugs in the air, and were leaping out of the water to catch them.  As they watched, more and more fish started to do so.  It was oddly beautiful, in a way, and kind of inexplicable.  The noise even roused Vorman, who got up from the tiller and came toward the edge of the raft to see what was up, himself.<br/><br/>(pause for individual reactions before I continue)