30 Fall 517
Ashka stretched slowly as the sun lifted over the horizon and scattered untouchable glints of gold on the tips of the waves, lifting first one arm over her head, and then the other. Too many bells bent over her loom yesterday had left her shoulders stiff, and she rolled them, trying to loosen up. It looked like today had better be something other than weaving. Fish leapt in the gilded waters of the bay and she laughed. Was that a sign from Laviku, co-incidence, or a suggestion? Either way, fishing would make a wonderful change from working at her loom.
Chaya came yawning to join her, and they sat side by side in the early morning, sharing a slab of sticky rice and coconut for breakfast. When they had finished, Ashka nudged her sister with her elbow.
Chaya elbowed her back. "What is it, Ash?"
"I'm thinking it looks like a good day to fish. Do you want to dig for bait, or sort out the lines?" Ashka glanced at Chaya's suddenly awake face.
Chaya grinned and bounced to her feet. "Lines are boring! I'll get the bait." She ran off to the edge of the jungle, where the house frame was, and began poking around in its shade.
Ashka kept one eye on her for safety's sake, and dug the fishing kit out of their pile of belongings. She laid out the contents on the sand, lines and hooks and small poles. A box for bait that she took over to Chaya. Weights and floats and salt-stained handprints. One of the lines had knotted itself into a tangle, and after Ashka examined and returned everything else to the kit, she sat on the stern of her canoe to untangle it. She was still there, bare toes dangling in the surf, and fingers full of half solved knots, when she heard Chaya call a greeting and looked up to make her own greeting to whoever it was.
Ashka stretched slowly as the sun lifted over the horizon and scattered untouchable glints of gold on the tips of the waves, lifting first one arm over her head, and then the other. Too many bells bent over her loom yesterday had left her shoulders stiff, and she rolled them, trying to loosen up. It looked like today had better be something other than weaving. Fish leapt in the gilded waters of the bay and she laughed. Was that a sign from Laviku, co-incidence, or a suggestion? Either way, fishing would make a wonderful change from working at her loom.
Chaya came yawning to join her, and they sat side by side in the early morning, sharing a slab of sticky rice and coconut for breakfast. When they had finished, Ashka nudged her sister with her elbow.
Chaya elbowed her back. "What is it, Ash?"
"I'm thinking it looks like a good day to fish. Do you want to dig for bait, or sort out the lines?" Ashka glanced at Chaya's suddenly awake face.
Chaya grinned and bounced to her feet. "Lines are boring! I'll get the bait." She ran off to the edge of the jungle, where the house frame was, and began poking around in its shade.
Ashka kept one eye on her for safety's sake, and dug the fishing kit out of their pile of belongings. She laid out the contents on the sand, lines and hooks and small poles. A box for bait that she took over to Chaya. Weights and floats and salt-stained handprints. One of the lines had knotted itself into a tangle, and after Ashka examined and returned everything else to the kit, she sat on the stern of her canoe to untangle it. She was still there, bare toes dangling in the surf, and fingers full of half solved knots, when she heard Chaya call a greeting and looked up to make her own greeting to whoever it was.
Common, Pavi, Fratava