Turrin took off his armor and placed it back into the saddle bag. When he was finished, he secured his quiver to his back, his talon sword to waist, and grabbed his metal pot. Turrin walked down to the mouth of the river. There was plenty of rocks for him to bow fish on, so he would need to get wet. When he walked onto the sandy beach, he noticed the Syna started to light up the sky in different color tones and the clouds added a sense of peace to the Unforgiving. Turrin walked to the edge of the rocks and jumped onto the nearest dry rock by the shore. Looking at the river, it was slow enough by the ocean for the large rock not to get wet on the top. He didn't wanted to go further, so he took a fishing arrow from his quiver and placed it on his bowstring. The endal kept the arrow on the bowstring as he looked into the somewhat clear water. He could see a few weeds under the water and small minnows swimming with the current. Suddenly, he saw a large fish swim quickly past him, and he realized that he needed to get ready for the next fish.
Getting into his stance, Turrin pulled back his bowstring and aimed the metal tip of the arrow into the water. The arrow was barbed, so the fish couldn't get away, and he twenty foot twine to the shaft of his bow, so he could pull the fish back to him. Turrin kept the bow in the ready position as he scanned the bottom of the river for any types of fish. Suddenly, he saw a fish swimming slowly past him, so he moved the metal tip of the arrow along with the fish's movements and released bowstring. The arrow shot straight into the water, but when it reemerged the arrow was without a fish. Pulling in the arrow with the twine, Turrin shook the excess water off the feather of arrow. Getting back into his horizontal stance with the sides of his feet pointing towards the water. Turrin placed the arrow back on the bowstring and started to watch the water for any kind of movement underneath it.
Ten chimes past with no signs of fish activity, but suddenly, Turrin saw a fish about a foot long swim about seven feet from his rock. Lifting his short bow to take aim at the fish, Turrin lined up the point of the arrow with the silver side of the fish. The fish seemed to be shielding itself from the current behind another rock. Turrin smiled to himself because he wasn't going to get a better shot. Pulling back the bowstring to his cheek, he readjusted his shot back to the middle of the fish. Taking a shallow breath, Turrin released the arrow on the exhale. The arrow streaked into the water and into the side of the fish. There was a release of blood from the wound and the fish and arrow floated to the surface. Turrin pulled in the fish and noticed it was fat fish with large scales on it's side. It had large eyes and a mouth on the bottom of it's head. The endal thought it might be a carp, but he wasn't sure. He figured it was decent sized fish, and Aponivi would definitely eat it. Turrin put the fish on the rocky shore and pulled the arrow through the fish by the arrow head. Washing the blood of his hands and arrow in the river, Turrin looked at the fat carp and smiled at his successful catch.
Getting into his stance, Turrin pulled back his bowstring and aimed the metal tip of the arrow into the water. The arrow was barbed, so the fish couldn't get away, and he twenty foot twine to the shaft of his bow, so he could pull the fish back to him. Turrin kept the bow in the ready position as he scanned the bottom of the river for any types of fish. Suddenly, he saw a fish swimming slowly past him, so he moved the metal tip of the arrow along with the fish's movements and released bowstring. The arrow shot straight into the water, but when it reemerged the arrow was without a fish. Pulling in the arrow with the twine, Turrin shook the excess water off the feather of arrow. Getting back into his horizontal stance with the sides of his feet pointing towards the water. Turrin placed the arrow back on the bowstring and started to watch the water for any kind of movement underneath it.
Ten chimes past with no signs of fish activity, but suddenly, Turrin saw a fish about a foot long swim about seven feet from his rock. Lifting his short bow to take aim at the fish, Turrin lined up the point of the arrow with the silver side of the fish. The fish seemed to be shielding itself from the current behind another rock. Turrin smiled to himself because he wasn't going to get a better shot. Pulling back the bowstring to his cheek, he readjusted his shot back to the middle of the fish. Taking a shallow breath, Turrin released the arrow on the exhale. The arrow streaked into the water and into the side of the fish. There was a release of blood from the wound and the fish and arrow floated to the surface. Turrin pulled in the fish and noticed it was fat fish with large scales on it's side. It had large eyes and a mouth on the bottom of it's head. The endal thought it might be a carp, but he wasn't sure. He figured it was decent sized fish, and Aponivi would definitely eat it. Turrin put the fish on the rocky shore and pulled the arrow through the fish by the arrow head. Washing the blood of his hands and arrow in the river, Turrin looked at the fat carp and smiled at his successful catch.