N'avari smiled knowingly as she gazed out over the lake. "The memory of loved ones can be a powerful drive." She glanced at Kal'ai for a moment. "I think fishing will suit you better, Kal'ai, it is hard work in its own right, but not the same as laboring in the rice paddies. Gives you time to reflect upon your life and find balance in our natural element."
There was a long pause then as Kal'ai got a chance to truly experience what fishing was like: the waiting. Just as N'avari had mentioned there was a lot of it. The silence between the two Konti stretched out for a few ticks, then a few chimes, then a bell. If she glanced over at the fisher woman beside her she would notice that the female became still like a statue, barely even blinked. The expression upon N'avari's face was blank, yet peaceful. It was here away from the bustling markets that she felt she truly belonged, and the Konti wondered if Kal'ai felt similarly.
Occasionally ripples in the lake's surface would reveal a living entity, but few strayed too close to the flies that drfited aimlessly over the water's surface. If this was a bad sign, N'avari certainly didn't show any sign of worry, or really any emotion at all.
Then Kal'ai felt it. It was a very gentle sensation, as if a child was pulling upon the other end of the rod, trying playfully to take it away from her. Then it happened again, harder this time, and if she looked she would notice that the bright fly that had been hovering upon the water's surface had disappeared into the clear water.
"Alright, Kal'ai. Just hold the rod and begin pulling back, but slowly. I'm getting my net for whatever it is that you have caught." N'avari's voice was calm and reassuring when she spoke, and she swiftly drew in her own line, opening one of her baskets and pulling out a net for capturing her catches. She began wading ever so slowly over to the Konti with something upon her line. "Slowly, now, don't want to lose it."
There was a long pause then as Kal'ai got a chance to truly experience what fishing was like: the waiting. Just as N'avari had mentioned there was a lot of it. The silence between the two Konti stretched out for a few ticks, then a few chimes, then a bell. If she glanced over at the fisher woman beside her she would notice that the female became still like a statue, barely even blinked. The expression upon N'avari's face was blank, yet peaceful. It was here away from the bustling markets that she felt she truly belonged, and the Konti wondered if Kal'ai felt similarly.
Occasionally ripples in the lake's surface would reveal a living entity, but few strayed too close to the flies that drfited aimlessly over the water's surface. If this was a bad sign, N'avari certainly didn't show any sign of worry, or really any emotion at all.
Then Kal'ai felt it. It was a very gentle sensation, as if a child was pulling upon the other end of the rod, trying playfully to take it away from her. Then it happened again, harder this time, and if she looked she would notice that the bright fly that had been hovering upon the water's surface had disappeared into the clear water.
"Alright, Kal'ai. Just hold the rod and begin pulling back, but slowly. I'm getting my net for whatever it is that you have caught." N'avari's voice was calm and reassuring when she spoke, and she swiftly drew in her own line, opening one of her baskets and pulling out a net for capturing her catches. She began wading ever so slowly over to the Konti with something upon her line. "Slowly, now, don't want to lose it."