One Fish, Two Fish, Dead Fish, New Fish (Reubia)

[Leila]

Timestamp: Summer 17, 513 AV Leila was sitting at the end of the dock, enjoying the slight chill the morning fog gave her skin. She'd woken up a little too early again, so she came down to try her hand at catching some fish. She was horribly unsuccessful in the past, having caught two different people then giving up. But she picked a dock that was totally abandoned this time. The only things she could possibly hook, aside from herself, were some coils of rope, crates, and dock posts. Perfectly safe. Leila had just finished putting the wriggling worm on her hook, and let the bait hang down a foot from the tip of the pole, while her fingers held the line against the wood. She then swung the pole out to the side, and went to swung it forward. The hook flew, and the worm flew off of it, splashing down in the water. "Awww... well shyke." Leila blushed slightly, realizing she'd been picking up a bad habit from the local sailors. She hooked her pole under her arm, and began drawing the line in, hand over hand tugging at it. When she got it back in, she hung the excess line down, then went back to work on the hook. She punctured the worm once, twice, three times with the hook, making sure it would not fly off this time. She then held the pole out to her side once more, and swung it forward once more. The hook flew, the worm held on tight, and plopped in the water. Leila did a little dance from where she was seated, cheering herself for finally getting a successful cast off.

[Ruebia]

Ruebia Summer 17th, 513 AV Ruebia was up early as usual, she could never sleep past the eigth bell. It was well before that and Ruebia had just finished training again with her bow. It was slung over her shoulders, the quiver keeping it from moving too much on her back. She knew she could keep it in the inn, after all she had just paid another 14SM for another week's worth of rent. She didn't pay for breakfast or main meals, she could hunt as a cat. Today she felt like having fish for dinner and the best time to fish was in the morning time. Usually she would fish as a cat at the shallow ends, grabbing up any stray fish that got too close to shore but this time she had decided she wanted to try using her bow and arrow to fish and that was why her rope was around her other shoulder. As she passed some of the furthest docks she noticed a young woman perched on the end, a fishing pole in hand. Ruebia watched as the woman lost her worm at her first try and smirked. She had remembered her first lost worm. You were to puncture it once, then turn the hook just so, her mother's bondmate had said. That way the worm was secure and it still looked appetizing. And a bobber, Kevir had called it. A hollowed out liver filled with air that would float on the water and make the line reach farther out in the water. Its all the wrist, Revin had said. Tease the fish before pulling it in but don't wait too long or it would get away, her mothers bondmate would say. And Ruebia remembered the three of them bickering away about the best way to fish while Ruebia watched them, a wiggling fish caught between her fangs. Ruebia giggled at the memory, the sound echoing across the empty dock. She clamped a hand on her mouth hoping she hadnt disturbed the woman, who had just managed a successful cast.