There, Beam caught sight of a fish. The moonlight shone off its silvery scales, making it appear white as it shone.
There came a caw from beside Beam as he observed the fish, as a gleeful crow hopped and fluttered in the air, until it came just up to Beam's shoulders, before it would allow itself to fall, before leaping up again, in joyful jubilation.
Beam observed it through narrowed eyes, feeling disquieted by its presence, but not attempting to shoo it away. As it cawed and made its racket, Beam once more glanced back to the river to observe the fish.
The fish was no longer alone. Now, it was joined by a dark shadow, of the same size and shape of it. More than likely the same type of fish – only this one's scales shone darkly when the light hit them, revealing its blackness.
The two fish circled each other in a loving dance. Where one went, the other followed, never tiring of their game.
